It is a quarter till six on a Thursday night last month, and a small group of regulars is seated around a bar in downtown Alton, Illinois. The male crowd wears five-day-old stubble on their cheeks. A few sport Harley-Davidson T-shirts and orange bandanas tightly affixed above their brows. In the corner of the dimly lit lounge, a lone female customer cackles and coos each time someone sends a shot of... More >>>
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Who you gonna call?: Barber by day, ghost hunter by night, Wayne Hensley.