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...
I used to love the phone book, I really did. I'll even admit to looking myself up just to see my name in print. The phone books used to be something that were delivered to my door... reverently... by the phone company. I remember vowing to keep this one nice and clean... no scribbling... no dog-eared pages-- but they were always abused. We actually USED the phone book back then--daily. But c'mon people. It's 2017, and phone books have got to go. Today they arrive on my porch like so much junk mail. They are as welcome as a deposit from my neighbor's dog. Today, phone books are... in a word... trash. We have computers and smart phones now, so let's save the trees. Am I right?
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