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NANCY EDMONDS HANSON: After Thought — Last Call

We finally did it — we cut the cord. After a lifetime of landline telephony, we pulled the anchor and sailed away from Ma Bell. No wonder, then, why I’m feeling just a bit adrift. We’d been thinking about doing it for a long, long time … every winter when new directories are dropped off on our front step, and …


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NANCY EDMONDS HANSON: After Thought — No More Ringy-Dingies

Remember the last time the sound of a ringing telephone made you smile? I think I do. I was probably still in school, pining for some fabulous high school hunk to finally call. Perhaps, for you, it had less to do with teenage hormones and more with family ties. It could have been a birthday call from Grandma while you …


NANCY EDMONDS HANSON: After Thought — Press ‘Pound’ And Give Up Hope

Gone are the days when its ring heralded something good — and something human. The technological wonder of the 19th century has become the scourge of the 21st. A once-useful device for connecting — to “reach out and touch someone,” as the phonesters so often reminded us — has officially been high-teched past the point of no return. I spent five hours …

NANCY EDMONDS HANSON: After Thought — The Robots Are On the Line

If I’d had to choose an icon for my teenage years, it might have been the telephone. Phones were the social media of our day, a glorious gift of technology that connected us with our friends — heaven for teens! Though the black rotary-style phone was mounted on the wall in the kitchen, its spiral cord was long enough to …