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Ours was black. shhhickk ticka ticka ticka.
Ma Bell's phones were tanks. You couldn't hurt the things.:haha:
Was yours a party line?
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That really takes me back. When I was growing up in San Francisco, we had party line phone and it was often very difficult to get some of the old biddies to cease their gossiping long enough to make your own call. The upshot of making them get off the line would be, the next time you picked up the receiver, they would be gossiping about how mean you were; you just couldn't win...
Regarding calling/texting, a few years ago the local transit authority converted some disused rail right-of-ways into paved, dedciated busways, sort of like a motorized "railway". All the critics of the idea said that having busse traveling at "high" sppeds would endanger the local pedestrians (even though they were legal barred form entering the busway) and that the busses would collide with motorists. Well, the buses were in colloisions from the very first day. However, it wasn't a case of the buses hitting cars; the buses were, in all the cases, t-boned by the cars and in every case, the driver was either using a cell to talk or text at the moment of the accident...
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