TOD - Fall of 1994. When I started teaching at Miami University in Oxford, a grizzly 25-mile drive from home, I said I'd get a "car phone" before the bad weather set in. Well, in September, my car died about 5 miles out of Oxford and I pulled off to the side of the road, put my HELP sign in the back window and waited. The cows from the adjacent field came over and peered into my passenger side windows and, finally, a Butler County sheriff stopped. He called a tow truck to come for my car and took me on to work in his cruiser.
The next day I got a clunky phone in a bag that I kept under the seat. It was a pain to hook up and would have been pretty useless in a real emergency. Since then, I've had 3 successively smaller models and, in 2003, added Richard and Rob to the plan. We're pretty dependent on our cell phones now and I doubt Rob will ever have a land line. If when Richard and I ever move from this house, we probably won't have one, either.