Roasterboy, unwired

More than 10 years ago, a friend remarked that it took less than a generation to go from over-the-air television and wired phones to TV with wires and phones without.

It took another decade, but we've abandoned our land-line phone. It was easy to have our home phone number transferred to my cellphone. (I puzzled over this for a while. I've had the same cellphone number for 16 years, but we've had the home number for nearly a dozen more.)
For a couple of weeks, we've been taking a trial run on a cellphone-only life. I forwarded calls from home to my phone. No big surprises. There have been a few times when the call quality wasn't great, but a lot of calls go to other people's cellphones, so we can't always tell where the problem rests.
A habit that we've developed over the last quarter-century is to come home and immediately glance at the answering machine to see if there are messages waiting for us. Not only are there no messages, but there's no machine. There's a flicker of an empty feeling, but it passes quickly.

Talking for a long time on a small cellphone is often uncomfortable. Bluetooth headsets are, for some, a cool and workable solution. For others, however, a more traditional approach is in order -- ThinkGeek :: Retro Phone Handset