This is the story of one of the last remaining phone booths in New York City, the phone booth on the corner of West End Avenue and 100th. Everyone used it—from ballerinas and birthday clowns, to cellists and even secret agents. Kept clean and polished, the Phone Booth was proud and happy until, the day a businessman strode by and shouted into a shiny silver object, “I'll be there in ten minutes " Soon everyone was talking into these shiny silver things, and the Phone Booth stood alone and empty, unused and dejected.
How the Phone Booth saved the day and united the neighborhood to rally around its revival is the heart of this soulful story. In a world in which objects we love and recognize as part of the integral fabric of our lives are disappearing at a rapid rate, here is a story about the value of the analog, the power of the people's voice, and the care and respect due to those things that have served us well over time.
