I made a new best friend. Wrong. I became a new best friend. The last time I saw Rory she was not quite aware of me. She could not remember me before our recent visit. Now, I am her best friend. Nice. I am touched and flattered. Because of covid we have not traveled much. It was sure nice to see the kids and get to know them, again.
We always seem to find things in little side trips – rolling pin, cheap gas, hungry relatives… There are always animals to be see and be seen with. I think we agreed it was a successful trip. We saw the relatives, the sights, antique shops, and photo ops.
Somedays. It is, indeed, a strange world out there. After all my complaint about iPhone, Colleen and I made this shot up in a restaurant. The price of gas – fluctuates. It has been as high as $2.70 around here. When the oil market collapsed it was a low as $1.71. I’m at the end of the line, a so-called end-user. I don’t get to speculate for barrels of oil on the open market. Price? That’s Scotland, price per liter: we are so privileged. Surreal – a la Dali.
I’m torn between truth and reality. Aren’t they the same? Ummm, surely you jest!?
Pay phones! My whole young life the pay phone was a dime. Ten cents. I didn’t use them much. The NYC subway was 20 cents fare when I first remember riding it in 1966. And gas was 28 cents a gallon. Now they sell pay phones for hundreds of dollars. Ha ha! Most of the phones don’t have the price of a call on its label. I would have to say that I remember dial phones that had no letters on the dial. There were no exchanges and my phone number was four number digits that the operator connected. Yes, I spoke to a real live operator. Exchanges followed. And then area codes. And finally, it became a requirement to dial ‘1’ first. Progress.