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My grandma's phone hung on a box on the wall, like Sam Drucker's in Petticoat Junction. You cranked the winder on the side to get the operator, who knew everyone on her board, and would connect you. It was also a party line; her ring was 2 longs and a short. Further down the line, her neighbour's ring might be 2 short. When someone forgot to hang up properly the line would be stalled; they would get the bells and whistles out to make loud noises into the speaker cone so that their neigbour down the line might hear it and hang up properly.
Our first phone number was RIverside 2-3558.
My mom still had the current variation until a few months ago when she chose to go into a retirement home. When she found out she couldn't keep her phone number of 60 years, she almost didn't check in.
Our phone numbers here are 10 digits for local calls; it' a good thing they have phones where you can program in these numbers. I can barely remember my own.
What this has to do with the internet running out of space I don't know.
WDE.
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