Remember when you were a kid and the telephone would ring and the kids in the house would race to pick it up? I do. My sisters couldn't wait to find out who was calling. Each would hope it was for them - perhaps a friend or a boy wanting to talk. That was the 70s.
In the 80s I was the only kid left at home. I'd spend hours on the telephone, usually downstairs, sitting on a stool beneath the black, rotary dial unit on the wall with the short cord.
I saw a video not long ago showing a bunch of teenagers, I think they were out at someone's cabin, trying to figure out how to use a rotary dial telephone. They had no clue. It's funny!
You know, I haven't had an actual landline telephone for 7 or 8 years now. I was paying $40 a month for it when it dawned on me - the only people who ever called were telemarketers and one of my sisters.
It was a year ago the stats showed 67% of Canadian households still had landlines.
I'd be willing to bet close to 100% of those people still listen to the radio every morning.
I love you people.