A Telephone Booth Grows in the Winter Garden
...or how rediscovering a photo taken in the Winter Garden Atrium, while on the way to photographing the World Trade Center Plaza and the Oculus Transportation Center in Lower Manhattan, suggested a playful, if wicked, curmudgeonly vision of a future world - completely - devoid of that civilized "anachronism" known as the telephone booth.
If you miss the once-upon-a-time politeness of entering a phone booth to - privately - tend to a necessary bit of communication (or drama) while away from home, perhaps you will enjoy my mash-up of "2001, a Space Odyssey," smart phones, and that classy old gal we called "Ma Bell" contained in this curmudgeonly nostalgic ramble:
Medium shows the story as an eight-minute read, but should you be
short of time, the audio runs a bit under three minutes and may be found here: