TEXARKANA MAGAZINE
IT WAS ALMOST DÉJÀ VU. A homecoming event found me in the hallway of the sorority house where I had lived as a student fifteen years earlier. The sound of ringing telephones coming from every direction was familiar and brought back memories. There was, however, something new. “Hi. You’ve reached Mindy and Jen. Leave us a message at the beep.” Mind you, the answering machine itself was not novel to me. Our home phone had been monitored by one for years.
What gave me pause was considering how handy that machine— which had not yet been invented in the early seventies—would have been in college. When I was in college, the closest thing anybody had to an answering machine was a roommate. If nobody was in your room when that cute Beta called to invite you to the formal, you were just out of luck. What an asset an answering machine would have been, I thought.
MY DRIFT COLUMN BY PATSY MORRISS Hold the Phone
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