Earlier this year I posted this essay about telephone operators; today I happened across this picture which brought back the same kinds of memories.

In an age of smartphones and global cellular service, this is an aspect of life that neither my children nor my grandchildren will never know. I used to think it odd that my own grandparents grew up in an era without airplanes or television, and now I am experiencing what that double-perspective must have been like for them.

The Old Wolf has Spoken.