Every year, AT&T deposits a big stack of phone books in front of our building. The building itself is over 120 years old, so there’s something fitting about this, obsolescence seeking antiquity.
A day or two later, the phone books are moved downstairs to the mail room, also a thing of the soon-to-be-past, where they remain untouched until the next recycling truck arrives, at which time they disappear forever.
When I saw this morning that a newspaper rack offering free copies of The (Greenville) Journal had been added to our collection, I thought, what next? Vinyl records? Floppy disks?
Our very own museum of dead and dying communications technologies.