Telephone

I was a young boy when I first accompanied my father to the barbershop. The barber’s name: Matt Pokapat. His barbershop was once the living room of his home. As I waited for Mr. Pokapat to finish my father’s haircut, I explored the barbershop. I found a neat hole cut into the wall. I peeked through. I saw a bedroom, a telephone right there in the opening. I learned that this was so the telephone could be used from either the barbershop or the bedroom. It was ingenious. I hoped that one day I might have such a telephone. 

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