So these crazy kids today. Never heard the clacking of the smith coronas and smelled the metal underpinnings of white collar industy when you walked into those big old Grecian bank lobbies. bank. Banking now now is geting a shot of the check on a phone, hitting send and having cash that afternoon.
These kids...never heard that ma bell ring, that phone that you were only allowed to buy from--ma bell. Smells a bit like socialism to me, yet that was it. These phones. Hared-wired and really hardwired at that. No clips, jacks...nothing. Wires literally twisted by an electrican and a pretty wall plate to hide the complicated inards. Those tear the phone out of the wall scenes movies: you had to do it if you wanted a mobile phone. Anyway...then comes the dialing part and really wanting to get there fast. Not going to happen. It was a Zen, reflect on the day or let it eat you up moment. The manual process always brought you back to patience: flip number, let it disengage from your greasy finger, let it roll all the way round and back to reset neutral. Dial next number. Phone rings...busy signal. Try all day, to no avail. Blain 2013 just like tweeted 876 followers in that time. Aaaamaaazzeeng.
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