I saw a dinosaur...

The other day I rode out Foothill Blvd. a ways looking for the house that Jack London lived in while writing his first book. The dot on the map was a little off so I didn't find it until after some web-searching later, but I did spot this relic. It's been a while since I last saw a phone booth (though this half-covered variety has never seemed like the real deal) and longer still since I've seen one that still had a phone in it. I've been reading about phones lately, in Oakland author Phil Lapsley's Exploding the Phone: The Untold Story of the Teenagers and Outlaws Who Hacked Ma Bell. It's a fascinating and entertaining look at what was in some ways a precursor of today's maker and hacker cultures.