Phone Booths now nostalgia
Here I am in a phone booth in the 42nd St. Library. Do you remember pulling the lever in the slot to try to get spare dimes? Do you remember not being able to keep the door closed even when you wanted privacy because the floor was pissy? Do you remember being brave enough to close the door and having people who are waiting bang on it? “Come on. You’ve been in there five minutes already!” I’m glad that if I say, “phone booth,” my grandchildren will say, “Huh? What’s that?”
March 22, 2012 @ 7:55 pm
And Clark Kent could change into Superman.
March 22, 2012 @ 9:53 pm
Thank you. It all worked! Love, Rochelle
May 3, 2012 @ 11:40 pm
Is this your new post? You were able to sign in? Love, Rochelle