Seeking haircuts, guys have essentially three choices. They can go to a salon and pay a premium. They can go to a chain and pay tithe to corporate America. Or they can go old-school. Old school is a jar of suckers by the front door, paintings of old men fishing on the wall and a passel of Playboy
s to pass the time. Carl's Barbershop is from the old school, but the barbers mix in new tricks. Carl and his wingman, Gary, now top off their trims with a stress-pummeling, mechanical massage. The Oster brand Stim-U-Lax Massagers they strap in their hands, in the manner of a paramedic reaching for defib paddles, deliver a thousand vibrations to the head, neck and shoulders. Customers' teeth nearly chatter with pleasure as the massagers' cables work their magic. Carl and Gary are pretty handy with scissors, too.