|James Kimo Rosen is the Blogger-n-chief|
of dakinetalk blog and lives on the cosmic
island of Kaua'i with his spiritual advisor
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When I was a lad, on a rainy day, we would get out the phonebook and call people at random and laugh our rear ends off.
The youth of today can no longer make phony phone calls because of caller ID and so many other security features on people's phones and devices.
Phony phone calls were the event my friends and I would do if we were home alone and our parents were out, after-all back in those days a family shared the same phone.
One of our favorite phony phone calls was calling the Damn family. In the city I lived there was a family with the last name of Damn. We would call depending on who answered, we would say, "Hello Mr. Damn, how's Mrs. Damn, how are the little Damn's, how's the whole Damn family!" :-) My friends and I would laugh so hard we had tears in our eyes.
Another one, we would disguise our voice as female and we would look up the last name 'Hunt.' If and when we found a person named 'Michael' or 'Mike,' we would call and say, "can I please speak to Mike Hunt!" :-) No need to explain this one.
There's another one along the same lines, there was a family with the last name of 'Meoff' and we would call and ask for Mr. Meoff. Jack Meoff to be precise.
My favorite was disguising my voice as a three-year-old child. I would say, "hello is my mommy dere, she told me to call dis numba." I would be crying. I would be almost hysterical and people on the other end would get so concerned.
We would call Drug stores and ask them, "Do you have Sir Walter Raleigh in a can?" (It was a chewing tobacco.) If they said yes, we would say, "then release him," laugh out butts off and hang up!
The youth of today is missing out. Phony phone calls were a sign for my times. When it came time for an activity on a rainy day for 8 year old boys' home alone, it was time to make a phone call and have some fun. Remember back then your call could not be traced without an elaborate police order and a big to do, plus we were only 8 -10 years old.
Finally the most popular and stupid one was to call someone and ask, if their refrigerator was running, and if they said yes, it's well, you better go catch it!
You can't find entertainment like that anymore, those were the days!
|James "Kimo" Rosen ~ 1976~ Santa Barbara~|
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Editors note, The photos below were created with photos I took on an iPhone using an app called PIP!
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