Julie has been cutting my hair since I moved to Brooklyn four years ago. I walked into the Beehive Salon because it was across the street from Gimme Coffee, and Julie happened to have a break in her schedule. She's not just an awesome stylist, she is an incredibly smart and interesting person and we totally hit it off. My hair in its natural state is a primeval tangle of weeds, so anytime I find someone who can carve it into shape and carry on a decent conversation, I hold fast.
A few months ago, Julie left the Beehive. My initial efforts to determine where she'd gone went nowhere. It was obvious the receptionist had been instructed to lie to me: "We don't know where she's gone." They have apparently also been telling the more persistent callers that "She's moved away" or "She's not cutting hair anymore. " I looked around on Craig's List for news but couldn't find anything. It didn't help that I never learned her last name.
Why am I telling you all this? Well, it's like I said -- Julie's a friend and I don't think her former employers have done right by her. She shouldn't have to start over again from zero. And since this blog's Google page rank is not too shabby, I'm hoping that if I post the info about her current whereabouts here, more of her former regulars will be able to find out where she's gone. And, you know, it's not clear to me what the point of having your own blog is if you can't occasionally usurp it to give your friends a hand.