Annually, two tomes were delivered to my door: the White Pages and the Yellow Pages. I used each often in seeking a service or someone I needed to call. They were unwieldy yet invaluable. Finding a place for them, while living in a small apartment, was almost a chore. But I could not imagine living without them. Notes were made in the margins, some of which I needed to recopy before replacing them with the latest editions.

It never occurred to me that these staples, in virtually every American home, would slip into obsolescence. I also assumed other items, like phone booths and film, would be around forever.

Convenience plays a huge factor in replacing or updating objects, and advancements have unquestionably been made, but certain items seem less improved. If I do not place my hands precisely under the electronic faucets’ sensors in certain public restrooms, no water falls.

I am hoping the future will be tempered by those who discern the proven designs of old with the promise of the new.