Don’t call, write me a letter

By Alan O’Hashi — Morning Musing

I gave up my landline when the TV company started streaming voice through the cable. This was my grandparents’ direct-dial phone.

Do you remember your childhood telephone number? Ours was 634–7692. I was born about the time area codes were introduced, but they weren’t used much. The first phone line we had when we lived on East 10th Street was a party line. Our ring had one pattern, and the other party had another.