Monday, January 15, 2018
Memories Deleted - Almost
Around that same stage of life I used to love watching Rod Serling's Twilight Zone. In one episode a cowboy from the 19th Century was transported via a time machine to modern day New York City. He arrived in one of those glass-enclosed phone booths with the accordion doors which were closed. He didn't know how to open the door, so he panicked and smashed his way out and drew his six-guns on the sidewalk as he was also panicking by being surrounded by more people than he had ever seen back in the 19th Century. A couple years after high school, I found myself in a phone booth in Florida during a warm, torrential rain. There must have been several dozen tree frogs sharing the space with me. It was weird, and I wondered why frogs would try to get out of the rain. Must have been the perfect combination of temperature and humidity, and maybe density of mosquitos. I could go on and on with phone booth memories, stimulated by my parking in front of the decommissioned phone booth in the above photo near Trader Joe's in Reno. I felt really sad to see this, and I finally got motivated to take my first (and hopefully last) "selfie" with my iPhone. I was a reluctant adopter of this technology, and still avoid getting addicted. It's a tool to fulfill my obligations for family communication. I even hate the word "selfie." Just a few years ago it meant "an extremely selfish or self-centered person." I guess there's probably some correlation between the meanings then and now. It's late Monday night, and I look pretty sad posing by the disarmed phone booth, so I vow to post some sort of happy scene before bedtime. Something related to natural history perhaps.