Even at the evil empire, in Berea, an innocent grocery shopper can find herself sandwiched between beautiful women with dreadlocks in the check out isle. Berea is special. I knew the woman in front of me, a nontraditional student from college. I had run into here in the spices isle that I was going up and she was going down. The other woman pushed her son in a stroller and told me she's a barber. I have always been interested in getting a dreadhawk. Well, not when I was in junior high and attending the Episcopal church, but at least for three years. Mary gave me her number and said she had not found work yet and I was glad to take it. When my hair grows long enough to dread it, I imagine I will give her a ring.