April 7th, 2009 | 
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I miss pay phones. They were a visceral part of the urban landscape while I was growing up. Part political soundboard, part communication device, part toilet: the pay phone was always a punk rock device. It represented a true moment of freedom. When I was younger, I could conveniently be out of quarters or suddenly unable to find these things when I was running around the city after curfew.
The best thing about the original Pay-As-You-Go; meant that moments spent together were never interrupted by something typed by someone else’s thumbs.
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