A Haircut Reveals More Than a Face

Like many New Yorkers, this week I got my first haircut in months. A few hours later, I caught a glimpse of the shorter styling in the bathroom mirror and did a double-take. I did not recognize myself and had a minor post-quarantine stress disorder reaction.

Barbershop, open for business.

A lucky, macabre hunch paid off in early March. I heeded all the infection numbers in New York State and read endless online posts declaring “We…