TELEPHONE MEMORIES

Last month, an internet service technician saw something in our kitchen. “Is that a telephone?” he asked. It was. Still is. My history with telephones goes a long way back and offers interesting memo We bought our kitchen phone when we moved into our house in 1983. It’s a wall model roughly 12 inches square.…

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KING

Last Sunday, Carolyn and I reached a milestone. Aaron became the first Perlstein son to clear his last possessions from our garage. Another important milestone now approaches. This Sunday marks my father Morris’s 112th birthday. The King—I’ll explain the nickname—died in 1983. But he’s never been gone. It’s not that he had an outsize personality.…

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