STARDUST
Stardust By William Chill “Yeah, he comes back in town every now and then,” Dom the barber said to the graying fifty-year old man sitting underneath the sheet on the red vinyl barber chair. “I think he has a sister or someone still living in Campbell, or did she move out to Canfield? I don’t know.” “He was somethin’.” “Yeah, he was. I remember him from the days when we used to lift down at Walsh’s Newport Barbell,” added the man in the chair. “Walsh! What a con artist that fuckin’ guy was. How many people did he stiff by that lifetime membership schtick? Remember that? He collected all those membership fees, folded up, then headed to Florida with all the loot. Or was it Hawaii? I don’t know.” “Damn Irishman. Hey, whatever happened to Frankie?” “Frankie Z?” “Yeah.” “He’s still around. He took over his old man’s real estate business.” “Oh yeah, that’s right. He was a nice guy.” “Yep. Greek.” Whenever Ralph came into Dom’s Barber Shop for a ha...