Stopping in Houston? Who do you call?

Stephen Baker

I changed planes in Houston, looked at my watch and had a quaint 1980s thought: Maybe I had time to call a couple of friends in the 713 area code!

There's an entire generation now that doesn't even remember such thoughts. But it wasn't that long ago that if you found yourself on a layover somewhere, you'd call local friends and talk to them for a quarter, or even a dime. It was almost like a free long-distance call, which was akin to free money. "It's nice to hear your voice," we'd tell each other, and we'd promise to write more often.

Just a revery from those days before cell phones obliterated geography and email slayed letters.