By the time Laura Mattingly arrived, just after 7 p.m. on Monday night, all the lights in the R Bar had dimmed but one — a spotlight shining on a red leather barbershop chair, not far from the entrance.
It sat empty, ready for her.
She grabbed a broom, tossed her clippers onto the bar and plugged an extension cord into an outlet above the ATM. Then, as music played and patrons drank, Mattingly began giving haircuts…