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My father, Albert, was named for his father,and his before. Generations, wire-men all,before electrician became the word.If you electrocute y'self Bert, I'll kill you,my mother would say, keeping the stool stillwhile he ran wires out the box.I would jiggle on the back of the sofa,coat-hanger aloft, reaching for a signal.Arial they called me, the live wire.Five television sets sat on the carpet,