Lazy Sunday mornings with Slugger: a story in three acts
I used to walk to school (~20 minutes) and my mom would give me a quarter before I left for me to call her PAGER from a payphone at school to signal I got there safely. It was no later than 2005, since I got my first cellphone for my first year of university in 2006.
ok the “crank letters” do not disappoint. So far there’s someone who claims he can metaphysically predict airplane accidents, a person writing in about the immorality of pilots (they cheat on their wives, it seems) and a few guys trying to sell wild inventions for like $50,000
oh god there’s a typo in the original post. remind me not to draft skeets and process archival documents at the same time.
“Thanks for keeping my adulterous husband on as Sales Rep in Ottawa and not helping me when I need it,” a former Trans-Canada Air Lines stewardess from Vancouver wrote to the airline president in 1962. “…he’s engaged to be married to a TCA girl.”
Now this, my friends, is an a finding aid that makes you want to see what the hell is in that box.