Phone Booth

Good morning!

Clark Kent would not be Superman without one. Colin Farrell would not have been held hostage in the movie Phone Booth without one. Utica Square would not be Utica Square without them.

The Telephone box. Telephone kiosk. The Phone Booth. Pay telephone.


Whatever you choose to call it, it originated in the late 1800s. The red box was of British descent.

Back in the day before cell phones, when land lines were all we had, the prepay phone in the privacy of a phone booth was commonly seen. First a dime. Then 25 cents. Now if you can find one working, 50 cents should get you unlimited local talk time. Although there is no set fee on these obsolete objects.

They are a thing of the past unless of course you are in Utica Square.  There they dot the landscape. For mere ascetic pleasure I’m sure. I just saw this one this last weekend at dinner.

For some reason, I’ve always liked phone booths. In the day of cell phones glued at the hip who needs one? And if you did use one, in the immortal words of the Ghostbusters,  who ya gonna call?

You can always make a call at no charge, never obsolete, to Jesus. Anytime day or night. No phone booth needed, although you may use one if you so prefer. He’s just a call away. Out loud or by silent prayer.

Let’s all make sure that’s the first contact we keep in our present day communication system.

Call upon Me in the day of trouble; I shall rescue you, and you will honor Me.”
Psalm 50:15

Love and laughter,



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