Uncanny. I was just thinking about this the other day, where is the last phone booth.
A unity collective CivNat hive comrade (sarc) out in the boondocks just about 20 miles west has a phone booth mailbox, probably a phone company employee.
ThisIsNotNutellaMay 25, 2022, 7:34 PM
When I first came to HK in the early 90s, every Sunday you’d see these huge queues of Filipina maids calling home at every payphone. In the current year, every last one of them is walking around managing their families back home in the Philippines by video and voice essentially for zero cost thanks to the magic of pervasive WiFi and cheap cellular data while they do their housekeeping/childminding/aged-care type jobs.
I don’t miss payphones. Except Japanese payphones. Clean and Green (literally).
I once was in a knife fight inside a phone booth with a mentally I’ll black guy. Lifes good we both got out alive.
Phone booths. On highway 395 in a small town of Ravendale Calif, stands a now debunked telephone booth. I smile everytime we drive by. Kind of a cruel joke actually. Ravendales a ghost town now, surrounding population of fifty something.
Something about being in the middle of nowhere, blowing by a phone booth at ooo, 85/90 miles and hour. I doubt most even recognize what they’ve seen, anyway it’s amazing it’s our history, it’s just odd enough anymore that I enjoy the phone booths presence monthly when headed to the Reno VA. I kinda look forward to seeing it.
Won’t be long and some drunk cowboy with blow it into tiny plastic and steel pieces. Think I’ll stop and take pics next time thru!
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
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Last payphones must be a thing. Just 3 days ago, Joel, at the Ultimate Answer to Kings, posted about The last payphone in New Mexico being removed.
verizon “discourages” landlines here, too, with an avalanche of phone menu tag BS.
I watched the booths at 6th Ave and 14th get pulled up a few years ago.
Uncanny. I was just thinking about this the other day, where is the last phone booth.
A unity collective CivNat hive comrade (sarc) out in the boondocks just about 20 miles west has a phone booth mailbox, probably a phone company employee.
When I first came to HK in the early 90s, every Sunday you’d see these huge queues of Filipina maids calling home at every payphone. In the current year, every last one of them is walking around managing their families back home in the Philippines by video and voice essentially for zero cost thanks to the magic of pervasive WiFi and cheap cellular data while they do their housekeeping/childminding/aged-care type jobs.
I don’t miss payphones. Except Japanese payphones. Clean and Green (literally).
I once was in a knife fight inside a phone booth with a mentally I’ll black guy. Lifes good we both got out alive.
Phone booths. On highway 395 in a small town of Ravendale Calif, stands a now debunked telephone booth. I smile everytime we drive by. Kind of a cruel joke actually. Ravendales a ghost town now, surrounding population of fifty something.
Something about being in the middle of nowhere, blowing by a phone booth at ooo, 85/90 miles and hour. I doubt most even recognize what they’ve seen, anyway it’s amazing it’s our history, it’s just odd enough anymore that I enjoy the phone booths presence monthly when headed to the Reno VA. I kinda look forward to seeing it.
Won’t be long and some drunk cowboy with blow it into tiny plastic and steel pieces. Think I’ll stop and take pics next time thru!