Main Street was a big part of growing up

My earliest and most vivid memories take me back to when I was 6 years old.

That was the year I started the first grade, and also when I started to get store-bought haircuts.

My father, who could do most anything, cut my hair until he took construction jobs away from home.

It was about midway through the Great Depression, and jobs were opening up.

I went to Ray Sheets’ barber shop on Main Street i...