He gave me my bar mitzvah haircut. 43-years later, he’s still cutting

He gave me my bar mitzvah haircut. 43-years later, he’s still cutting

When I saw Scott Lefton’s post, I froze. A wave of memory came rushing back with just a few words: “Ralph’s still cutting hair.” Ralph Clausner. My barber. Or more precisely — the man who gave me my haircut the morning of my bar mitzvah. I hadn’t thought about that moment in decades. But suddenly I could see it clearly: the chair, the feathered center part, Ralph’s dark mustache, his calm hands. It was Oct. 17, 1981 — a Saturday morning — and I …