Paleo Retiree writes:
These days I often find myself enjoying retro things. Is it my age that makes me so partial to old things, and to new things done in old styles? (If I’ve achieved true fuddy-duddyism, I have to say that it feels surprisingly good. No more need to “keep up” with things — yay to that.) Is it spending so much time using flashily modern electronic gadgets that leaves me in the mood for something more solid and material?
In any case, I feel a reliable and deep rush of satisfaction when a well-kept old car drives by … or when I visit a steakhouse, and settle in beside The Wife in a red-leather booth … or when a classic cocktail is placed before me.
Urbanistic moments and touches often do it for me too. The other day, for instance, I was was strolling through the downtown of a small California burg and noticed that it supported two traditional barber shops. Not hair-stylists but barber shops, dammit — the real deal, with the requisite poles, seats, signs and relaxed, guyish camaraderie. What a lovely little experience it was to explore them for a few minutes.
Here’s a visual impression.
Do such places detract from our experience of “downtown,” or are they part of why we bother with downtowns at all?




