Lost but Found

My friend, Sue, blogged today about a beautiful baby girl born today and getting lost while coming to see her for the first time. That beautiful baby girl is named Lucy Claire, meaning clear bringer of light. Her birth story is eventful and actually very fun to tell. A few days before a scheduled C-section she was given a baby shower at the home of Tammy Selby. My mother, mother-in-law and I rode there together through a snowstorm. I kept thinking about what it would be like to get stuck and then go into labor with the only help being my mom and my mother-in-law. Lucy was breech and had hardly any amniotic fluid left. I didn't want to go into labor under those conditions. It didn't happen and we made it to the shower and home again.
I delivered as scheduled and petrified Ann in the recovery room but she recovered.
The Selbys came to see me and Lucy and brought a precious, tiny, silver baby shoe on a pink ribbon.
My mother attempted to see us that first day. She got so lost that she pulled over to ask for directions at a 7Eleven. Friendly people offered help and one of them offered to ride with her until they got to the highway. Now, remember, this is Baltimore and it is night. Mom let the man ride with her and the other car of people led her to the highway. They stopped when they got to the highway to point her in the right direction and she thought so the guy in her car could get back in the car with them. They told her that he wasn't with them. Mom! I can't believe you made it out of that alive.
Mom came to see us the next day without incident.
Sue and Dot came to visit but then couldn't get home. They got so lost that they rode around the Baltimore Beltway at least twice. The Baltimore Beltway is huge.
The next day we had a blizzard and the hospital was lonely. My roommate got to go home but only because her brother ventured out in his four wheel drive truck.
Lucy was a delicate, elegant baby. Tiny lips, big eyes, and an intense stare. Love at first sight.

Phones

So many things have changed about telephones since I was growing up.
I watched a girl yesterday walking across campus while talking on her cell phone...well, not really talking....she was yelling at the person on the other end. She seemed oblivious to others listening to her yelling. This wouldn't have happened when I was growing up.
Our only phone in our house was a big black dial phone on the wall between the kitchen and the dining room. It had the shortest cord ever and my dad didn't like for us to stretch the cord. You could not have a private conversation on that phone unless you were the only one home. My dad often answered it, "Joe's Bar and Grill". Many of my friends hung up with that answer.
Where was the phone in your house growing up?
And tell me of situation with a cell phone, like mine yesterday, that wouldn't have happened before cell phones.