I had to be drug kicking and screaming into the world of cell phones about 4 years ago. My kids insisted because they couldn't text me. When my husband fell off the ladder and landed in the ICU for a month, I'd only had the dang thing for about a month and it came in very handy to keep everyone connected during that time. I will admit to almost crying when I ended the land line. I'd had that phone number since 1990.I must admit I don’t talk as much on the phone as before smart phones. I hate to admit I usually default to a text message. It seems to match the fast pace of our lives.
Glad he was ok. That’s quite a story.We got a Christmas card from a widower friend on 4 Jan, it was postmarked 13 Dec. Mrs Duke suggested we call him since it seemed silly to send a card back. We wound up getting his voice mail, so the wife left a message. We didn't hear from him, so we tried again a few days later. Same result, two more times. Each time we asked him to call us, but nothing. My wife was now very concerned about his well being, him being over 70 and living alone in the middle of very rural Ohio.
Last Thursday, just about the time the wife was considering calling the local sheriff's office to request a welfare check on the guy, we geot another card from him. He explained he'd love to call us back, but he didn't know our number because he lost his personal phone book. Turns out he had only an old landline phone, hooked to an old answering machine, and no caller ID.
You know, it's hard to remember these little details like no caller ID!We got a Christmas card from a widower friend on 4 Jan, it was postmarked 13 Dec. Mrs Duke suggested we call him since it seemed silly to send a card back. We wound up getting his voice mail, so the wife left a message. We didn't hear from him, so we tried again a few days later. Same result, two more times. Each time we asked him to call us, but nothing. My wife was now very concerned about his well being, him being over 70 and living alone in the middle of very rural Ohio.
Last Thursday, just about the time the wife was considering calling the local sheriff's office to request a welfare check on the guy, we geot another card from him. He explained he'd love to call us back, but he didn't know our number because he lost his personal phone book. Turns out he had only an old landline phone, hooked to an old answering machine, and no caller ID.