This post is part of a series of editorials written by Bert Walsh during his tenure as president and past president of the Shasta Historical Society. Readers are advised that his humor is often irreverent and rarely politically correct.
Click here for the table of contents for the entire collection of his editorials.
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It is with unpardonable pride I report that the museum has acquired a nearly new telephone system. We anticipate that fewer incoming calls will go into communication limbo, once we master how to use "call forwarding" and the "hold" button. Be patient. Now instead of the usual ringing noise, the instrument for all the world sounds like a loon with its head caught in a sewing machine. This is the price of` progress.
Not too many years ago in Oak Run, the post office was near the postmistress' home. To facilitate government business, she rigged a clothesline from the post office to a cowbell in her residence. This allowed her to perform collateral duties at home and commute to work only when a customer jerked on the cord. However. as the community grew, it was able to acquire its own town drunk. At this point, the system was abused, usually late at night. This, too, was the price of progress.
Last month I touched on telephone etiquette, but neglected to cover the obligatory health warning. Our best scientific minds are concerned with the effect of electromagnetic force fields on our health. God knows what harm we are doing to our minds by holding a telephone right next to our head. Statistical evidence is abundant. Considering the consequences, I am appalled that anyone would mess up their mind by phoning us when it is possible to come in to the museum.
And, while we are on the subject, why does it cost more to phone Oak Run than San Francisco? Is it because it costs more to send uphill? Reader response is invited. Just phone the museum and ask for Wayne.
--BTW
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