It may be interesting to some of the younger bikers to read stories from our youth.
For example, after I biked home from school I would call my best friend. To do so I picked up the heavy black handset from the phone on the wall. There was no dial or buttons on the phone. I had to wait for the operator to pick up. In the mean time I would pace in the small circle that the 3 foot (1meter) cord allowed. Eventually a lady would come on and say "operator". I would say "1341 please" and then she would connect us by plugging my wire into my neighbors jack on her large council. My home number was 422W. Things have certainly changed since then.