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I spent my early childhood on the sunny island of Puerto Rico. My dad ran a restaurant which he literally built with his own hands. It was both our home and our business. You could walk directly from the street into our dining room, where my mom would seat you in any one of a modest number of tables. A cigarette vending machine sat to one side, where you could buy packs of cigarettes unsupervised. Upon entering the coins, you would pull on these long handles as the mechanism loudly dropped the cigarettes onto a bin at the bottom.
A large ice cream machine occupied much of the storefront. It also served as a counter to greet customers. It housed large stainless steel cylindrical bins of prepared ice cream and kept them cold and firm. On the left sat the ice cream maker, with huge oddly shaped metal instruments that looked like medieval torture devices.