That would have defeated the purpose, though: he wanted to be able to hear it ring when he was outside. (And it had to be a second phone, because there was no way to unplug the first one to move it.)
That may well have been how they caught on; I doubt he would have known that, though I was about 10 at the time and I’m not clear on all the details. – for one, it occurs to me that I have no idea where he got the second phone.
And, don’t forget to ask the attendant for a free road-map.
Google Maps may make a mistake every once in a while, but it sure beats having an unfolded road-map nearly obliterating your view of the windshield, while you try to figure out where the hell you are.
Which reminds me of another thing which seems to no longer be much of a thing, but certainly was when I was a kid: stopping at a gas station (or when you see a local out in their yard) to ask for directions.
I remember watching a science show that showed someone making a map using a very complicated looking machine where they were tracing contours or roads using crank handles for each axis, looking through a lens, and basically tracing over aerial photographs, presumably through a prism mirror.
I still do this pretty frequently. Most recently when we were looking for a lake in Hiram, Maine, and the GPS kept taking us higher and higher up a hill.
When you had a can of HiC, you needed a separate tool called a “can opener” to make a hole in the top to pour it out. Also, please explain “Hawaiian Punch”.
Hmm, now I’m thinking this may be the reason for my inordinate number of accidents, and $25k monthly auto insurance premiums…
Kidding. I’ve always been a safe driver. Road-maps are awkward, however.
My parents purchased quite a few grocery store books when I was a kid. Loved them! My favorite was a science & technology encyclopedia, whose name eludes me. I’d read each volume cover to cover, then eagerly await the next volume. I still own quite a few encyclopedias, including Funk & Wagnalls (of Laugh-in notoriety), but haven’t picked one up in decades. Dr. Seuss books were also purchased on timed subscription. Just another thing I wish kids today could experience.
It may have depended on where you were- but I know there were 3 phones all with the same number in the house I grew up in in the '60’s and two of the phones had been there since the fifties. The phone company knew about the two phones that were on the first floor and the basement in the fifties - they didn’t know about the one in my parents bathroom that was in the bathroom because that was where they were able to run the line from my grandparent’s phone on the first floor. I had strict instructions to never disclose that there were three phones in the house because the phone company only knew about two .
( I always laugh when I think of how these people who installed an illegal phone and pulled collect call shenanigans to avoid paying for long distance calls were renting a phone from the phone company until the mid-ninetes)