I am famous for not noticing physical details. My ex T used to say I could step into a pile burning snakes not realize it. Hey, I'm busy thinking about important things.
Anyway, on the way home yesterday, I notice this derelict pay phone on Market Street. I have walked by it thousands of times, I am sure. But I never noticed it til yesterday. The receiver is long gone. Recalls the days when you had to search for a pay phone sometimes and then have a supply of coins to keep it going...if someone else wasn't using it.
Ironically, I took this picture with my phone.
There's a lesson there somewhere, but I haven't had my coffee yet. So you're spared.
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