My old rig is dead -- no power. I'm checking in via smartphone connected to one of those survival solar doo-dads. When my nephew got this for me a few years back, I looked at it, thanked him and put it in the junk drawer. Now it's my only source of juice and I couldn't be more grateful.
Things have been quiet for weeks. No smoke, no fires, no rampaging hordes of Skullions. I ventured out and surveyed Hell's Highway for a bit. It's a ghost town. They blocked off entrances to the park with salvage, debris, burning tires, etc., but I was able to slip through without tearing my damned jacket too much.
I'm not crazy enough to enter the woods, but you'll never guess what I found on the perimeter:
It's live! I have no idea how or why, but it definitely looks like it's back in business. I couldn't pry open the front panel to try the handset, but I'll come back with a crow bar and see if anyone picks up.
Regular things like this are what I miss most. I still grin at them being referred to as "beehives" by everyone in the city. It's a quaint reminder of what used to be, and hopefully what can be again.
See that louvered back edge? Apparently the internal circuitry generated so much heat that the call boxes would fry in short order. So, the utilities folks decided to replace the solid back panel with one that permitted better circulation. They functioned flawlessly after that, but honey bees quickly found their way in and built hives. From Peregrine Island to Galaxy City, the running joke was that you never took note of how many rings it took for PPD to pick up, but rather stings.
Hope all is well with you, whoever and wherever you are.
Things have been quiet for weeks. No smoke, no fires, no rampaging hordes of Skullions. I ventured out and surveyed Hell's Highway for a bit. It's a ghost town. They blocked off entrances to the park with salvage, debris, burning tires, etc., but I was able to slip through without tearing my damned jacket too much.
I'm not crazy enough to enter the woods, but you'll never guess what I found on the perimeter:
It's live! I have no idea how or why, but it definitely looks like it's back in business. I couldn't pry open the front panel to try the handset, but I'll come back with a crow bar and see if anyone picks up.
Regular things like this are what I miss most. I still grin at them being referred to as "beehives" by everyone in the city. It's a quaint reminder of what used to be, and hopefully what can be again.
See that louvered back edge? Apparently the internal circuitry generated so much heat that the call boxes would fry in short order. So, the utilities folks decided to replace the solid back panel with one that permitted better circulation. They functioned flawlessly after that, but honey bees quickly found their way in and built hives. From Peregrine Island to Galaxy City, the running joke was that you never took note of how many rings it took for PPD to pick up, but rather stings.
Hope all is well with you, whoever and wherever you are.
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