Over 60 years ago, I moved my family from the East coast to Ogden, Utah. It was difficult at first to find a job, housing and schools.
A friend suggested I take my six sons to Willie's barber shop to get cheap haircuts. Once our gang came under Willie's wings, it was a fun time for each visit.
Most of the time Willie would say "haircuts on the house!" and we paid nothing. Many times my boys would attend college games. Once Willie saw my boys, he kept giving them refreshments throughout the game.
Willie welcomed every person to his shop regardless of color, if they could pay or not. Many times he cut hair for those in wheelchairs. He gave many young men free haircuts and guided them to stay out of trouble.
As I approach my 95th birthday, I think of all the people I came into contact with in my life, and Willie stands out as if he was an angel here on Earth caring for us all.
I pray some day I'll see Willie again singing in the Lord's chorus of angels.
Goodbye, Willie. We all loved you.