[Publius]

“Hey, M-L, you’re wanted on the Ameche.”

[left that other site]

I used to work at 185 Franklin Street, Boston as a long-distance operator on the graveyard shift. There was no 911 system in those days, nor were there internet chat rooms, so everybody died "0" for fires, suicides, and sexual gratification.



All night long, talking people down off ledges and hanging up on heavy breathers. A reconstruction of bell's original lab was in the lobby, as well as a magnificent Art-Deco mural of the history of the telephone.


I made $80.00 a week, took cabs home because the MTA stopped at 1:00AM, and enjoyed the bustle of Boston's Post Office Square in the wee hours.

I was 17 at the time.