Paper says it might rain

Now there’s a phrase you don’t hear anymore. I miss it.

Nobody goes to a newspaper – a print newspaper! – for the weather anymore. There’s an app for that, as my local TV stations remind me every seven minutes. But I miss a world where newspapers were the main source of news, local and national and international. It was a finite world but you got all of the information you needed if you read it cover to cover. And it was 100% new and updated the very next day. A miracle!

And I miss when everyone watched the nightly news because not all news is of the breaking variety; sending resumes through the mail on nice paper because I’m never sure if they’re even getting it on the other end if I use an online form; late night shows that had guests on who weren’t even plugging anything and hosts that didn’t run out to high-five the audience; longer TV commercials that weren’t too loud and trying so hard to get our attention; and heavy rotary phones that you could really slam down because it’s no fun to push a wimpy button when you’re good and mad.

I miss busy signals.

And phone booths and phone books that were more interesting to read than some novels. And calling the operator. I miss when people didn’t bring their phones to the holiday dinner table.

And girls named Mildred and Peggy and Arlene (all of the grandmothers in 30 years are going to be named Kelly and Brittany and Ashley); words like “poppycock” and “lummox” and “gosh”; when people didn’t say “like” three times in one sentence; getting cashed checks back from the bank; matchbooks, even though I don’t smoke; people who wore hats other than baseball caps; blogs that were updated regularly; handwritten thank you notes, and the community built when we all watched the same TV show at the same time.

But I don’t miss social media.

Do you know what the weather’s supposed to be today? Paper says it might rain.

2 thoughts on “Paper says it might rain

    1. I remember the phone we had when I was a kid. It was a heavy, black rotary phone that was on a counter in the corner of the kitchen, and we had a chair there for long conversations. You had to take the call there because we only had one phone and it was attached to the wall with a cord.

      I loved that thing. It’s no fun (or comfortable) to talk on a cordless phone or a cell. Not that people have long conversations on the phone anymore.

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