Tuesday, November 25, 2008
This phone was a 16th birthday present to my daughter in 1992. We lived in an old house at that time, and part of the birthday present was to pay for a jack to be extended into her bedroom so that she could talk to her friends on her own with the door closed. Already, it seems like such a quaint gift. But cell phones (not to mention their ever sleeker offspring) were not even a gleam on the horizon in 1992.
Now it is 16 years later, and the phone is still hard at it. There has to be a phone on the land line in my daughter and son-in-law's apartment in order to operate the building's door buzzer, and the birthday phone serves this purpose. Proudly.