"What is it?", he asked.
I looked into the face of my innocent nephew who at only 7 years old was always full of questions.
He sat staring out the big glass window of the little diner we had stopped into for a bite to eat.
I could not figure out for the life of me what he was asking about this time. I looked and all I could see were some cars and pavement that needed to be resealed after the long, hard winter.
Somewhat frustrated with what seemed to be another pointless child question, I responded, "What is what? Eat your dinner so we can go."
He is an obedient child and commenced eating again while still fascinated by whatever he could see that I couldn't out that darn window.
As we left after our meal, I heard him say, not necessarily to anyone in particular, "I sure wish I knew what that thing could be."
For whatever reason, I stopped and had him point out to me what he was talking about. It was then I realized that the simplest things in life set apart generations. Being only 32 myself, I couldn't imagine anything making me feel older than having to explain to my nephew about the little glass room outdoors.
"Yes, people used to go in there and make phone calls. They are called phone booths.", I chuckled as I told him.
"Wow he said, those must be something brand new because I have never seen one ever before."
Times sure are changing. Have you seen one lately? Look around and notice there are not too many to be seen. Weird right? All I had to do was listen.