Oddity at the Airport

BeckyB’s Squares Challenge: SquareOdds

I walked right by this row of pay phones (pay phones!) before realizing how odd it had become to see pay phones reminiscent of the “old days.” I then backed up and snapped this photo, complete with a portion of the Boston skyline painted on the wall above. In my hurry to reach my gate at Logan Airport I almost missed it.

Years ago, pay phones were enclosed in phone booths – with doors that closed – to give the caller some privacy and shelter from the weather when located outdoors. Even when located indoors they were usually set at a distance from each other or in a corner. There is no setup for privacy here. When you think about it, “privacy” is more of an illusion or distant memory (for some of us) in 2022 and has been that way for a while. It’s the odd (and in my opinion…unfortunate) reality of the cell phone internet age.

Logan Airport
Boston, Massachusetts

An Odd Sight

BeckyB’s Squares Challenge for February: SquareOdds

Differing from the usual or not happening often (ie oddballs, the exceptions and follies)
Separated from its set or mate (eg odds and ends or maybe odd socks or shoes)
Not divisible exactly by two (ie odd numbers) or the number is unknown (ie 300 odd birds)


This scene struck me as odd while walking in the woods last November. It was one of those stop-and-look-twice moments. First glance at a distance…a tree suspended?…risen? My imagination enjoyed the moment.

Ice cream man! Ice cream man!

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You could hear the kids yelling up and down the block as those familiar.. and oh so repetitive…melodies grew louder and louder. Summer days and early evenings interrupted by the sounds of the approaching Ice cream man! Ice cream man!. Always shouted in double time…and always “man” because…well it was always a man. I hopefully imagine that in 2021, there are women driving as well.

My sister, brother and I must have had super sonic hearing because we were out the door or across the yard in seconds – quarters clutched in sweaty hands (if we were lucky enough to finagle them from Mom). We needed to make it to the curb before the truck went by. Chasing it down our suburban street was just not the same, although we took off after it whenever necessary.

It was always a Good Humor truck. My favorite ice cream bar was the one with the candy bar inside, but it cost more so I rarely bought it. Chocolate Eclair or Toasted Almond were my usual go-to choices.

The truck featured in this square photo was parked out of the way at the National Zoo in Washington, DC during a visit in 2019. Plugged in and keeping cold. When I saw it kinda tucked in under several trees, branches resting on its roof…I thought of all the times when the sights and sounds of a simple ice cream truck became the highlight of my day. A blast from the past.