Do you ever think your life has turned into a museum exhibit?
On December 23-26 my spouse, son and I spent time in Brooklyn, one of the boroughs of New York City. I have never lived in Brooklyn (I was born in Queens and grew up in The Bronx, two other boroughs), but my father was a native of Brooklyn and I still have some family there.
What I was doing in Brooklyn during Christmastime is a long story. I am debating whether to tell it now, or wait for the Blogging from A to Z Challenge.
For now, I am going to tease you with this picture taken at Coney Island. I took this picture on Christmas Eve. It's a picture of a dying breed.
The pay phone. Perhaps almost the last of a dying breed. Years ago, they were everywhere.
Now, they aren't. More often or not I'll find the housing but not the phone. These had phones. And, wonder of wonders: These actually worked.
I was unable to find out how many pay phones are left in Brooklyn, but I have to think "not too many".
Pay phones were a staple of my childhood, growing up in the 50's and 60's. In those days, we had phone booths where you could take refuge from the weather, and where Superman could change into his superhero clothes.
Now, so many of us have cell phones, I'm surprised there are any pay phones left at all.
When is the last time you used a pay phone? For me, it's so long ago I can't even remember.
Day 8 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge #blogboost.