By Mary Rector-Gable

When Angelo Seminara was a little boy, he had a nervous habit of rubbing cotton balls in his hands. He said he couldn’t help himself. He was addicted to the softness and texture as they moved between his fingers. His mother begged him to stop, after she spent hours picking up little white pieces of furry cotton throughout the house. He couldn’t stop and instead hid them where his mother couldn’t find them.

Sometimes the world has a way of handing us the clues to our future. Angelo Seminara is one of only three hairdressers…