From the reporter's notebook
As a kid it was fun to go to the barber shop for a haircut.
The barber was Jack Sheets, and the kids all liked him.
He had a long, hard bench against the wall, and sometimes, usually on Saturdays, it would fill up.
But you never had to worry that someone would take your place in line. Jack always remembered where you stood in the lines, and if you were local he would call you by name. The price th...
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