Before Covid, people would ask “Do you have any plans for the weekend?” I would tell them that I was going to Market Square to run into people who were looking at their phones.
30 years ago, I was assigned to a project at our corporate headquarters. The freight elevator was operated by an aging operator, and THAT was his JOB, according to union rules. If I had touched the buttons, I could have had a grievance written.
Yes. I remember – and miss – Lynne Vaughn and Bobbie Battista.