Posted on 05/22/2024 6:40:22 PM PDT by DallasBiff
I have had that happen too.
How Adam West played a prank using his local phone book
https://boingboing.net/2017/06/10/how-adam-west-played-a-prank-u.html
I know my phone number, but nobody else’s. When I was a kid I knew so many friends numbers (and still do). I still remember mine as a kid too.
There aren’t a lot of numbers or passwords I remember, but I DO remember my mouseketeer number, 242001. Those were the days. You could date someone by whether or not they remembered Captain Video’s secret decoder ring.
When I was a kid we had two phone books.
One book was the regular one and was a directory
of the names....
The other was a directory of the actual numbers in numerical order so if you had someone’s number you could look in that book and get their address and name.
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I guess I’m a better web surfer than you are.
But it must be rough to be a kid these days. If you want that cute girl’s phone number you might find it on a website but you have to pay.
” Open the nearest cupboard door and the inside of that door would be full of phone numbers jotted down.”
“’Cause my uncle took a message, and he wrote it on the wall”
The first phone book was a single page printed in New Haven, Connecticut. It listed about 15;people and businesses.
We stopped receiving them shortly after I got good at tearing them in half with my bare hands.
if the only source of information is digital, it is easier to control the information/the people
We stopped getting them when the county discovered the recycle bins they handed out were useless - probably had phone books as the only recyclables for 2 years before ending the program...
“Find X near me” on the internet doesn’t always give me everything”.
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The internet also doesn’t keep up with local businesses that have closed shop—or recently moved.
What happened? Chuck Norris ripped them in half. All of them. At the same time.
I STILL GET A PHONE BOOK.
I STILL USE IT.
I ONLY HAVE LAND LINE
LOOK ON YOUR POWER BILL
The kitchen of the farm I was raised on...1940’s—1950’s.
MY Dad could never REMEMBER his number-—
HE said “I NEVER CALL MYSELF”.
I did. But the power bill was filed in the office which is down stairs and very dark so I tried the phone book which was upstairs and near the oil lamp first.
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