Back in my day

Back in my day, if you wanted to talk to someone on the phone, you had to hope they were home, awake, and not in the middle of “Murder, She Wrote.” The phone was plugged into the wall with a curly cord that could tangle itself tighter than a gator in a fishnet, and if you wanted privacy, you had to stretch it into the hallway closet until the cord was long enough to trip the dog.We d...