On a beautiful July morning, my wife and I were walking the grounds of Montgomery Place in Red Hook, NY..  After viewing the flowers and appreciating the timely architecture, my attention was caugtht by what used to be a common-place sight---a coin operated telephone.  There it was.  Hung on the wall and ready to go---at least that is what it looked like.  I carefully picked up the receiver and expected to hear some sort of dial tone.  Instead there was deadly silence.  Disconnected--Out of Service.

So what were the last words spoken?  Probably something as simple as "Good-bye."