Jerry's Barber Shop in Verona, Pennsylvania. (Photo: Michelle Newton)
Yesterday was quiet. Michelle and I had the day to ourselves, Ethan stayed with his grandparents. We went to the library and ransacked their music collection. I randomly walked through the stacks, pulling every album that piqued my interest off the shelf. I also took out a GRE test prep book to further fuel my obsessions of potentially pursuing an MFA in creative writing. Later we ate Thai food and talked about selling our house. We’re currently in the midst of a full-on parental freakout over school districts. It’s a frustrating topic that we both hate. Around the corner from the Thai restaurant is an old furniture store converted to an antique mall. It’s a place called Miller’s. We talked about renting a space there to sell our junk (which is awesome junk). On our way, we saw a sun-bleached sign in the window of Jerry’s Barber Shop (pictured above). That sign made my day.
