This one looks to be the telephonic equivalent of a dirty gas station toilet. It still had it’s receiver which is extremely rare, but I did not put it to my ear to see if there was a dial tone.
This was on Broad Street outside of a fast food restaurant in South Philadelphia. My guess is that the independent pharmaceutical entrepreneurs who congregate and do business in the parking lot probably make use of that phone.
In light of everything that’s going on, I find it therapeutic to do something simple like chopping vegetables for a stir-fry. Other activities including knitting new dishcloths and making cupcakes with The Boy. On the to-do list today is sewing new curtains for the basement windows provided the cat remains conked out. Wish me luck!
Since we’ve been hanging around the old homestead so much these days, we’re looking to be productive – we made muffins with the spotted bananas in the fruit bowl that no one wants to eat. It lessens the guilt for when we binge watch Blue Bloods at night. Continue reading →