As we drove from Chicago, Illinois towards our destination of Freeport, Illinois we began to notice that the bars on our cell phones were going from full to a few to a couple to….
As we pulled into the driveway of our relative's house in Freeport, I realized that we were in a big dead spot for AT&T. As I sat at the kitchen table the next morning, I realized that the center of the table got cell service sometimes but not always. I now bundle my emails for work & then leave my Blackberry on the kitchen table & let it push the messages out when a signal pops in.
On Friday morning, Dad wanted to call mom, so my uncle and I were chatting when we saw him across the street looking for a cell signal. Then a few minutes later…
He was at the corner still looking for a cell bar on his iPhone
It's amazing that the neighbors didn't call the police.
In fact, we talked with the neighbors on the corner today and my dad said that he was the guy that was standing under the tree talking on the cell phone the other day. They told us that they were asking each other who was this guy since they didn't recognize him. In my head I was thinking…
Does he look like someone who is going to be causing trouble in the neighborhood?
I guess you never know. It's great when the neighbors all know each other that they can recognize when an outsider shows up. A quick little talk and things were all cleared up. That's life in middle America!
Question: When was the last time you spoke to your neighbor? Do they even know who you are? You can leave a comment by clicking here.
[This blog post is part of the Middle America blog series.]
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