Which is why, when I was in the office at the phone company this afternoon, I took a picture of this phone.
I did ask permission first. It was right there between the Spiderman phone and the multi-handset system. The clerk told me they sold more of the Fuzzy phone than you'd think. I don't want one, but I do want a picture of one.
And then driving home, I then found myself going from the Fuzzy Phone to traipsing through a muddy field. I pass this old barn a lot. I suspect it is being torn down. Every time I pass it, I want a picture of it. I keep telling myself that the next time I drive by, it may be gone completely and I will have lost my chance.
Its red paint has long ago faded. The hinges and nails are still bright red.
But, in spite of my muddy shoes and the fear that I was going to get in trouble for trespassing, I won't have any regrets now if it's gone the next time I drive by.