@exexec i didn't know they still sell them..

@samueltyler2 Yep. I eat them with fresh blueberries most mornings.

@GunFinger where are your 8 tracktapes.

@MrSmartyPants Best comment!

@cherokeepatti Me too!

@DrWatson I remember hearing the voices of the four other families on our party line.

@samueltyler2

My father remembered how things were when he was a boy in Brooklyn. Many households had no phone. But someone might call the neighborhood pharmacy and ask for Mrs Jones. The pharmacist would then tell one of the boys working there to run down the street to tell Mrs Jones she had a call.

@DrWatson Dave and Peggy were in love. Both families were on our party line. When they called each other to play songs from the radio over the phone, Dad lost it. Not violent, just pacing the downstairs and stopping back every few minutes to pick up the phone and hear music. His eyes got scarier.

One night a parishioner skidded into our driveway at 11 pm or so, wild-eyed and apologizing, but his wife was dying and she wanted to see Dad, their pastor.

The next day, Dad went to see their parents.

That’s the day the music died.