My great grandfather, from mom’s side, 50 years ago brought home an invaluable item: The Telephone.
The phone is still here. It’s never been “serviced”, never been into repairs and never broke down. The only indication that the phone has actually aged, other than the fact it uses a two-pin prong for a plug, weighs more than an elephant and has a pulse dial, is that the voice clarity (and ring volume) just tuned down a notch earlier this year. How’s your Panasonic fairing?