Banks Family

Although David’s received plenty of trims at home, it was time for a new style — a.k.a. the official haircut outside Chez Banks — and why not at the affordable and hip Fast Eddy’s Chop Shop in Coventry?

As you can see via these cellphone photos, we’ll be recommending his stylist, named Rockie (apparently working her way towards/through medical school), who carefully cropped the locks. David may seem a little distraught in one of the photos (more from hair in the eyes), but he was quite content to sit in Sheryl’s lap and watch Rockie work.

David loved the small chopper motorcycle propped in the middle of the salon (we would have included the photo of David riding it, but he was too excited to sit still), while Joe enjoyed nostalgia via the music paraphernalia adorning the walls, including old Alternative Press magazine posters. Which felt uncanny, since Joe started working at the magazine way back when it was located right around the corner on Mayfield Road.

Afterwards, the Banks Family had lunch at Tommy’s, stopped off at the “beeeg playground” at Coventry P.E.A.C.E. Park, and then went for a nice walk home on this beautiful Cleveland day.

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Speaking of motorcycles, before godparents Lisa and Frank joined us for an evening in the Banks Backyard, a shiny Honda Shadow (not pictured here) parked on the street in front of our house. Daddy suggested to pass the time (and since this was a no-nap day) that he and David go relax on the tree lawn and take a look.

After a quick talk about internal combustion (”little explosions in engine go boom-boom-bo-boom to make it go”), David was so fascinated, he sat there for over an hour, talking with Daddy, then Mommy (we took shifts) about how he would ride it. He loves to go into detail about any vehicle he’s seen recently (cars, trucks, diggers, rollers) how he will sit in the front seat and Momma in the back seat, and he’ll “put the key in.” Now a motorcycle is part of this repertoire. (A note to those concerned: No motorcycle riding until he’s 75!)