@CWOTUS My husband brought home an old-time, heavy, black rotary phone from his 87 year old dad’s house. He had it stored in the basement. It works. I’ve been bugging my husband to install it so we can use it! I was messing with it—the feel of the dial under my finger brought back memories of hours on the phone, stretching the crap out of the cords, being careful what you said because anyone in the house could hear you! Memories of freaking out when I couldn’t get to the phone before the caller hung up, wondering if that one-in-a-million shot had come true…Greg, my unrequited love in Jr. High had called… and I missed it! Arrrrghhh!
(Has anyone looked at the links?? The bottom one is freaking HILARIOUS!)