When I was young we didn’t have cell phones,
Or texting, or digital photography that captures everything every where.
There were only a few dial up phones around if you hadn’t traded
Them in for Princess pushbutton phones.
Telephone numbers for those near by were seven ddigits, XXX-XXXX,
The first three digits still held shadows of their prefexes,
Normandy 6670 for instance was 667-6670 and we would quickly
forget the prefix names in favor of Area Code, and just when we got that
figured out we found more than one area code in our city and state.
When I was young we picked up the receiver, cranked the magneto
And spoke to a person, the operator, to whom you gave a number
And she connected you. Others on the party line listened into your conversation at will.
They were incredulous, “You’re not that old Dad!”