Phone Saga 101 . . .
We got our first telephone when
I was somewhere 'bout 10 or 11.
'Twas a yellow phone attached
to the wall, a three-way party line.
Remember my parents lifting the
receiver to make a call and finding
someone on the line. Apologies,
hangups, re-tries . . . and, I was
not to use it! Period!
Once a week, if the line was free,
I was allowed to call one of my
school friends for just a minute.
Fond memories, but not much to
to talk about.
Left home in the ninth grade to
go to boarding school; no phone.
Went to Mexico for 20 years; no
phone. Borrowed the neighbor's
phone once a month for a three
minute call home; always took
a plate of cookies as a thank you.
When I came back to the US,
I rented my parents' basement;
no phone . . .
Got my teaching position and
a phone; simply never seemed
to think about using it.
Got a cell phone; didn't work at
the cabin. See where I'm going
with this?
Finally got a better cellular last
week; forget to plug it in. Never
take it with me. Simply don't
remember it or think about it.
Call me Neanderthal, but don't
call me . . . I do e-mail; does
that help?!
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