Dickinsons Barber Shop

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a regular was getting his usual trim, he heard an odd humming noise coming from behind the counter. Curious, he glanced over and noticed the barber's old radio was playing something unfamiliar—a soft, almost dreamlike melody that seemed to come from another era. The tune turned out to be an old folk song, long forgotten by everyone except perhaps the barber’s cat, who started purring softly in time with the music. As the day went on, more customers reported hearing it—an unlikely gathering of neighbors, a delivery driver, even the local mailman. By afternoon, the shop was filled with laughter as they tried guessing what song it could be. Turned out, the old radio had been hidden under dust for years until someone accidentally switched it on.

2. While waiting for his turn one day, a regular noticed something strange on the wall calendar: every third Thursday of the month since 1987 had been marked with a tiny red dot. Curious, he asked the barber about it later that week. Turned out, an old delivery driver named Ted used to come in every third Thursday and always left a small red dot as a joke. No one knew why or even who Ted was anymore—just another quirky tradition at Dickinson’s Barber Shop.

3. While waiting for his turn one day, a regular caught a whiff of something unusual—a faint scent of fresh-baked cookies wafting from behind the counter. He exchanged puzzled glances with the barber, who shrugged and went back to clipping another customer’s hair. Finally, it was the regular’s turn. As he sat down, the smell hit him again—stronger than ever. Curious, he asked the barber what was baking. With a mischievous smile, the barber replied, ‘Just my secret recipe for success!’ The regular shook his head and smiled, realizing that sometimes life in Dickinsons Barber Shop is best when kept mysterious.

4. While waiting for his turn one day, a regular spotted an old, dusty hatbox in the corner of Dickinson’s Barber Shop. Curious, he asked the barber if it belonged to anyone. With a twinkle in his eye, the barber replied, ‘That’s been here as long as I can remember.’ Soon enough, another customer—a delivery driver—curiously approached the box. He lifted the lid and found nothing but an ancient comb with a note reading: 'To whoever finds me, please return me to my rightful owner.' The whole shop burst into laughter when Dickinson revealed that the comb was his great-grandfather's, lost decades ago.