Sunday, May 11, 2008

Understanding the Concept of Long Distance Calling

Christian and I would stay up late. Sometimes Mark. We were ten. Eleven. Or twelve.

Paging through the advertisements in the back of Thrasher.

Focusing on those companies that provided telephone numbers.

We almost always reached someone. If not. We would leave messages.

These weren't prank calls. Or crank calls. Depending on your preference. We were calling to talk. We wanted to ask about California. Skateboarding in California. Genuine interest.

There was never any contact with Powell Peralta. To us. The holy grail of skateboarding. Mid to late eighties.

We did better with smaller companies. JFA Skateboards in particular. The guy manning the phone must have hated us. He put up with us though. He would send us stickers.

One sticker might be on my hamper. My childhood hamper. At my parents.

JFA - Blatant Localism. Acquired on Livewire.

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