I grew up on a small country lane a few miles from our small country town. Nashville was 20 miles away and a long-distance phone call. In the 60s, long distance was a very big deal. Operators were involved. A mis-dialed number was cause for anguish. And eventhough the connection was probably alright, one felt compelled to yell into the phone. My uncle lived in Switzerland with his family then and calls home were rare, as you might imagine.
Switzerland was as far away as the moon as our small, Southern town. We didn’t have a Chinese restaurant, or a Mexcian one. We rejoiced when a Pizza Hut was opened. Today my town is one of the weathiest in the country and our dining-out choices have expanded considerably.
All that to say that when the phone rang a few minutes ago and the voice on the other end identified himself as calling from Japan for my husband, I didn’t bat an eye. Just gave him the cell number to call.
Today we call, e-mail and visit around the world with the greatest of ease. So even when we travel very long distances, we’re never really that far from home.