Ray's Barber & Beauty Salon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Ray’s Barber & Beauty Salon and asked the owner, ‘Why does your parking lot always look like a Jackson Pollock painting?’ The owner smiled and replied, 'Simple, my dear friend. Every day when customers leave, they take a little piece of themselves with them—hair, clippings—and that's how it happens.' The delivery driver nodded thoughtfully before realizing he had just learned something profound about life and beauty salons. 'Wow,' he said, 'now I get it!'

2. One day, while getting a trim at Ray’s Barber & Beauty Salon, a little boy kept staring at the old mirror above the barber chair. His mother whispered something to him, but everyone could hear her giggle as she said, ‘That’s not really your reflection, honey.’ The barber, an old-timer named Mr. Jenkins, looked up from his clippers and smiled knowingly. He leaned over and whispered, 'Son, that’s just ol’ Ray’s ghostly reflection playing tricks on you.' The little boy burst out laughing, and so did everyone else in the salon—even though nobody had seen Ray for years.

3. Whoever heard of a barbershop where you could get not just a haircut but also a free weather forecast? Every Monday morning, people lined up outside Ray’s Barber & Beauty Salon for more than just a trim. One day, an old delivery driver walked in and asked for his usual cut. The barber looked up from his newspaper and said, 'And how’s the traffic today?' The man replied, ‘Smooth sailing as always!’ Turns out, Ray had started giving everyone a traffic report too—because why not? By Friday, everyone knew to check Ray’s place before making any plans.

4. In the dead of night, when most salons are closed tight, an odd sound wafted from Ray’s Barber & Beauty Salon. A soft humming, like someone singing under their breath, echoed through the empty streets. Curious neighbors peeked inside and found Ray, humming gently as he trimmed a mannequin’s hair with meticulous care. ‘Just practicing for my next customer,’ he smiled, winking at them. The humming soon became a familiar tune around town—an unexpected serenade from Ray’s late-night salon sessions.