November 8, 2004
Ellis, the Uzbek, cut my hair again this morning. Apropos of nothing he asked, "Could you get me Mr. Tom Wolfe's phone number?"
"The writer?" I replied.
"Yes. The writer. I cut his hair for 30 years. Then he stops visiting. For three years nothing. Nothing! I thought he was my friend. I want to call and see if something is wrong."
Mr. Wolfe, if you are out there, stop by. Ellis misses hanging out.