Some things I miss from the old days: I miss dial telephones. I miss landlines, period. I miss the old-fashioned idea of you calling, and me calling back. I miss plain old phones. I miss answering machines. I miss answering machines, where I recorded my outgoing message. I miss answering machines, where I could save your sweet message for as long as I wanted. I miss long and involved phone conversations, NOT called convo’s, because we didn’t have the shorthand, and we didn’t shorthand the conversation either! We had two-hour conversations! Even while I was in the bathtub! I just added more hot water. I miss talking for hours and hours. It was on an old-fashioned phone with a cord, a long cord, and I lugged it all over the house as I blabbed (after I got out of my two-hour bath). I miss two-hour baths in big deep claw-foot bathtubs of the old houses in whose subdivided funky apartments I used to live.. I miss the old days – in my mind they were simpler, less complicated, and a slower, sweeter pace of life.