About three years ago, I moved back to Oberlin after more than 50 years. And on a Monday in January that year, I very much needed a haircut, but, alas, when I looked online, there was no place in town that was open. But when I drove to the bank, I noticed that Manuel's was open. I was truly surprised to see that the man sitting in the back was none other than Manuel himself. I mentioned that he had cut my father's hair for years, and when I told him who my father had been, he smiled and pointed to the picture of him in younger days--black leather jacketed and leaning against his motorcycle. "Your sister took that picture of me," he said. "Best picture I ever had taken." And then, he looked at me and said, "So, you must be the one that was in the plays." Yep, I am. Many people think of Manuel's as an Oberlin institution. Nope. That distinction belonged to Manuel. And we will all miss him.