I wrote the words below a few years ago for an introduction to Buddy Walton’s book, High Styles: Stories of a World Class Hairdresser.
According to a friend, David Newburger, Buddy passed away earlier today.
"When all planes still had propellers and travel by train was still a reasonable way to cross the country, passing through St. Louis was the only way to get anywhere else. Every movie star, dance troupe, theater company, and visiting royal entourage spent at least one night in St. Louis. For most of these celebrities, the first thing on their To Do list was to phone Buddy Walton for rinse, set, and style. More than once I’ve thought that we should have named our airport after Buddy."
St. Louis has lost a character.