was
a telephone operator
back in the early
1950's.
my father, an infamous flirt,
was in the Navy,
stationed in
Philadelphia.
one day,
holding a fist full of change,
he made a long
distance call
from a phone booth
along the pier
to his mother in Boston.
my mother,
being the operator
on the other end of the line,
connected the call,
pushing a black wire
into a slot
on the board.
they met
that night for pizza and beer.
within a year
they married.
then
after sailing the seven seas
and making
seven children
and dozens of grandchildren,
and great children
they both
were both laid to rest.
old and grey.
but it was a quite a phone
call i suppose.
coincidence,
doubtful. divine intervention.
perhaps.
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