This is the story of one of the last remaining phone booths in New York City, the phone booth on the corner of West End Avenue and 100th. Everyone used it—from ballerinas and birthday clowns, to cellists and even secret agents. Kept clean and polished, the Phone Booth was proud and happy until, the day a businessman strode by and shouted into a shiny silver object, "I'll be there in ten minutes " Soon everyone was talking into these shiny silver things, and the Phone Booth stood alone and...
