Halfway to the grocery store I realized I'd left my cell phone on the kitchen counter. Panicked, I looked for an easy place to turn around, but nothing was easy. So, I made the bold decision to keep going. Hey, I lived for years without a cell phone. Why do I need one now just to go to the grocery store? Pushing my cart through the aisles I was twitching. I needed that phone. What if something happens and I need to make a call? I made it safely through the checkout without a heart attack or armed robbery, and headed back to my car... scanning for a payphone... just in case. Nothing. Driving home, I looked on every corner hoping to see my old friend, the Payphone. I drove for blocks... looking up and down streets, in mini malls, and in gas stations until finally, outside a dilapidated liquor store, there it was. A payphone. Beaten, broken, and covered in grime, this was once the gr...
These days you can watch a home movie of your grandchild any time you want, right on your phone. And that's kinda nice, I guess. But when I was a kid, we documented much less of our lives... so home movies were a very big deal. Once a year, my dad would get out the movie projector and a box of little 8mm film reels. My mom would make popcorn, and turn out the lights. It was fun to sit in the dark and watch the shaky images of our family riding a bike or building a snowman. We had endless films of family vacations, posing in our swimsuits and splashing in the surf. We laughed at the same strips of movie film we'd seen a hundred times... no sound, just the grinding of the projector, and our running commentary. It reminded us of where we'd been, of who we were, and it's one of my favorite childhood memories.
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