We moved from one building to a warehouse type building. It was actually quite a smooth move considering there are about 600 people moving into this building. I was unpacking my things and setting up my desk when I noticed the phone sitting on the floor in my cubicle. Wow, it really moved me. Sounds stupid I know, but there it was, all black and shiny with gray push buttons and a cord! It instantly took me back to places in past that I hadn’t revisited in a long time. It seems that for the last several years, I worked from a cell phone, funny how we just move with the times and don’t even notice that we are doing it. I remember when I took this job, they introduced me to their phone called Spectra Link, which simply looked like an older model mobile phone. I can’t even remember when I last had a corded phone on my desk (or at home for that matter). I am easily distracted so I had to shake off the thoughts running through my mind and put an end to this trip down memory lane, I really needed to get focused back on the task at hand, unpacking. Making good progress, I take a minute to hang a picture of my family, a cute calendar and phone list on my institutional blue padded cubicle walls. I spend a lot of time here so it needs some personal touches. And then…..that shiny black phone rings!!! Whoa….what a sound! It’s a far cry from the tunes that ring from everyone’s cell phones all day. Ring…It’s loud and well, sort of abrasive, but gives me a warm feeling inside. That ring, that in years past connected us. No songs, just a ring. Ring…..man, it used to be so cool to get a call from a family member in another state. Their voice was so loud and clear, just like they were there with you and I don’t remember ever dropping a call. Ring…I remember we had a party line and our calls were a double ring. There was a guy on the party line who used to always seem to need the phone when I got on it. He would threaten to tell my parents that I was on it too long. So, when I would hear his single ring, I would quietly pick up the phone and eavesdrop for a minute or two then shout something really obscene like, “You’re a mean man!” and then hang up loudly. Ring….ahh, that makes me smile just thinking about it. Ring…. Ring…. A voice echoing from somewhere in the warehouse interrupted my thoughts, “Answer the damn phone!” Alright, alright, “Hello?” Hmm, too late, nothing but a dial tone….wow…that’s a nice sound too…it’s been so long since I’ve heard one of those…….