Julie.

I like a lady barber. I would. My barber is Julie. She gets into her shop in the French Quarter at 7:00AM. "Just call me, baby. Let me know you'll be here and I'll be here. I ain't doing nothing." I usually get there at 8 or 9, after having had breakfast with Mrs. King.

Julie is a bit older than I am but, like me, she has aged well.

We chitchat as she tak…