No Swan Song for “Bishop” Sims of the Senate Barber Shop
Behind the gold double doors of the Capital is a barber shop. People of prominence are not the only people to stick around after their body has stopped. Sometimes, when the hour is late, people have heard the distinctive, resonant voice drifting melodically from the Senate barbershop. Bishop Simms as he was known would sing as he worked. “Bishop” was his nickname because he was a man of the cloth upon occasion. Now Bishop is long gone but if you stop and listen maybe just maybe you can still hear the hymn of Bishop Simms.