Well, maybe it *is* a little weirder than that, but not much


I take a pitcher of this dinophone once a year when I use the ladies’ Water Closet* on the ground floor of Rackham before hoofing it back over to the West Side while the GG and the UU attend the Folk Festival. I always wonder if it’ll be there or not. I’m reasonably certain that the dinophone in the next pitcher will be around for a while. Why? Because there is no cell service in many areas up on the shores of Gitchee Gumee. Not too far from where I’m going this weekend. Anyway…


* Mrs. Pratt (8th grade BELOVED but STICKLER English teacher of handkerchief-in-bra fame), where are you when I need you?

2 Responses to “Well, maybe it *is* a little weirder than that, but not much”

  1. Margaret Says:

    I just realized how long it’s been since I’ve seen a payphone or a phone booth.

  2. jane Says:

    completely off topic but I had a rather detailed, but different than prior ‘dream about a freighter’ last night. it was passing another boat between the point and the island and started tipping side to side wildly before going over all the way. we hopped in our kayaks and while there was no death seen by me (hey – it’s my dream), I was very amazed at how clear the water was – we could look down and see the boat perfectly. a stunning combo of reality at complete un-reality. and speaking of un-reality, or perhaps rare reality – it was sunny and warm and no breeze. 😉