That led me to Metro Barber Shop Supplies who had a barbershop account
under the name of Gordons Barber Shop on Went-worth Street in the Bronx.
Matt had often talked about a barbershop of his own. How he hated selling! What battles they had about it!
Rose screaming that a salesman was at least a dignified occupation, but she would never have a barber for a husband.
And oh, wouldn't Margaret Phinney snicker at the "barber's wife."
And what about Lois Meiner whose husband was a claims examiner for the Alarm Casualty Company? Wouldn't she stick her nose up in the air!
During the years he worked as a salesman, hating every day of it
(especially after he saw the movie version of Death of a Salesman)
Matt dreamed that he would someday become his own boss.
That must have been in his mind in those days when he talked about saving money and gave me my haircuts down in the basement.
They were good haircuts too, he boasted, a lot better than I'd get in that cheap barbershop on Scales Avenue.
When he walked out on Rose, he walked out on selling too, and I admired him for that.
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