Yeah, Guys, you gotta admit that listening in on a party line was a temptation greater than a juicy red apple for the female back then, but even today I've yet to see a red-blooded american male take the tiniest bite of the devil 's apple of eavesdrop and gossip, except maybe Whitman O'neill on one of his lessor days.

But better, I can remember hearing telephone stories back then about my grandmother Grider. The Griders were the only ones in the neighborhood who had a telephone. Grandmother had granddaddy build a little shelf on the house outside their bedroom window. The telephone was kept there in case the neighbors wanted to use the phone.

Where guys, do you keep your phone?