I was taking Girl Dog Named Jack for a walk today and joked to her owner (over text) that she was “Jackee from 223” (unfortunately they don’t live in 227— remember the TV show “227”?!).
So I let her lead the way, which unfortunately included some pretty glass-spanked sidewalks in Hollywood, and we came upon this payphone. It’s rusted, its receiver has been ripped off. It’s useless. Not that payphones are useless. But it seems like…days gone by, you know. We’re more accessible now, but maybe almost too accessible. And still lonely. And still without “227.” Payphone, I’ll be your friend.