Payphones: Let’s Communicate

There are roughly 2,000 payphones in Montreal. It’s impossible not to notice them. It’s like seeing an old mustang on the street and harkening back to a time when cars had better designs. What once was a normal sighting now stirs nostalgia.

The first working payphone was installed in Hartford, Connecticut in 1889. The story goes that William Gray, the son of Scottish immigrants, was inspired to create the payphone when his boss or neighbour (stories vary) refused to let him use their phone to call the doctor for his ailing wife. If only there was a public phone he could use!

The humble payphone became a necessity as cities grew and people began to travel. If you’re of a certain age, you have made a collect call when travelling or stood in a line outside a phone booth, waiting for someone to finish their call. 

Why has Montreal retained its payphones when most other cities in Canada have not? Every metro station in the city has payphones, and there are still phone booths on the streets. It’s as if, for the most part, a vandalism truce has been agreed upon. A call today costs .50 cents. Compared to the inflationary rise of costs of other things, that’s not bad. 

I would like to believe the payphones continue to exist because the city administrators care about those who live with economic hardships. Not everyone carries a charged smartphone in their pocket. The infrastructure already exists, so there’s no reason to get rid of them entirely. 

And in an emergency, the payphone may be the lifeline we all turn to, as its operation isn’t dependent on electricity.  

My eyeballs were happy in Gibsons.

There’s the short view, and there’s the long view, but in THIS view, out the window of the home in which I was dog-sitting in Gibsons for 17 days, I had both. Only when I returned to Edmonton did I realize that my eyes hurt after a spell of writing in my studio in ways they hadn’t while I was away. It took me a while to figure out why. From my lovely writing table in Gibsons, I had many focal points. The short view of the hummingbird at the feeder on the porch, the longer view of the front street, then longer still to the park across the street, then to the inner harbour, and then, the longest view of all, Howe Sound, where I could see the ferry that runs between Langdale and Horseshoe Bay and know if it was running on time. And because I’m easily distracted, my eyes moved often between the short and long views. Not once during my stay there were my eyes blurry after writing.

Home now in my studio, I have had to train myself to find the long view, to look to the treetops and the distant clouds. It’s a bit harder to do here, but it’s a matter of habit. 

So Much Beauty!

Tulips Tulips Tulips!!  

May in Edmonton is glorious. Pushing my non-electric bike up Skunk Hollow this afternoon, I had to stop and take pictures of these perfect tulips. After I was finished, the owner of the house pulled into her driveway, and I was able to thank you for the beautiful yard she has created. 

 

Book Deal News!!!!

I’m very excited to announce I’ve signed a contract for my new novel.