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.