I remember the phone book. (I don’t say this sarcastically) Anytime you needed to find someone, you looked in the phone book. I had a good friend at school but didn’t have his phone number, so I looked it up and found what I thought was his home phone number. I called it up and it turned out to be his father’s office.
Ooops. I was eleven, so I could be forgiven.
Today, I can’t remember the last time I looked inside a phone book, and that’s huge. Even more important, I’m not the only one.
