By Sherri Conner-Eastburn
The Southside Times
A long time ago, my love affair began with telephone lines. Completely mesmerized, I pressed an ear to all types of receivers. Every single time, it meant instant contact with another human being.
And most of the time, the communication was with a happy voice on the other end of the line.
Even my Grandma
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