Farewell, Clark Kent

A lifetime ago when I was in the Air Force it was customary to good-naturedly offer anyone enthused about something about which you cared neither a feather to a farthing, a 'dime to call someone who cares. Hang on, here's a quarter. It might be long-distance.' Talk about change we could believe in.

That was in an era when payphones were on every corner and Detroit-manufactured mastodons ruled the roadways. But as we have evolved, we've learned to surrender the things of our youth like clean air, ethical government, and now the times in which we live are coming for the last of the payphones in the greatest city on earth, New York City. 

Not sure how Superman can be expected to continue his fight for truth, justice, and the American Way when poor old Clark Kent has to get undressed at the curb.

And he won't be able to call information to find out.

-bill kenny