Just found out this morning that Barry Johnson passed yesterday. He was a barber who had a place on the Northside. He lived across from Poche's in Breaux Bridge.
Barry made a ton of road trips over the years. And, if he wanted to go but his friends couldn't make it, there was more than once when he rode with me and stayed in my room.
Barry and his blind friend Darryl coined TURRRRNNNNNN TWOOOOOOOOOO!
I'm heartbroken this morning. What a kind man.