Then: When I went to Syracuse University I became so homesick I could barely function.
I called my father collect from every pay phone I passed. I think his phone bills were $100 a month–in 1964. Dad typed out letter and letter—single-spaced on a manual typewriter—trying to make me feel better.
Now: Homesick freshmen can constantly feel connected to their friends and family.
Then: I insisted on sitting by the phone waiting for a call from a boy I liked instead of going out to a movie with friends.
Now: Lovesick young women can go out with their friends and hear from a guy at the same time.
Then: When I traveled out of town on business I’d have to pull off the road to check in with the office for my messages.
Now: Your office is wherever you are.