Ink Pen by Phil Dunlap for December 18, 2023

Waiting for instant teleporting. Barbaric, indeed!!

Rabbi’s young daughter was over visiting our daughter, years ago. I forget the issue, but we suggested she call her parents for permission to do something. She looked at the rotary dial phone on the kitchen wall and asked, “How?”

In my youth, we could use five digits. Last digit of the exchange, plus the four end digits.

The Flintstones never had speed dial. Of course, they were Hanna-Barbaric.

The French had semaphore towers, but it took forever to get a wave tone.

Party line with the neighbors; if anyone is connected, everyone can listen & no one gets a dial tone.

They had to rely on Hermod.

I still remember my grandmother’s land line phone. It was kind of fun watching watching the number holes spin, making that cute sound…

I was so young, back then.

WE had to either memorize phone numbers or carry them written on PAPER !