You know, I read this and I think, “Wow, five bars on AT&T?* That’s pretty sweet, huh?” I mean, I’d put that info front and center in a craigslist “roommates wanted” ad, and then I’d open the blinds to prove to prospective roomies I was telling the truth.
Hey, why don’t we install a modern communications infrastructure in town** first, and then tune things up for aesthetics later?
If AT&T were to start stalking you, it would look like this:
Vaya con Gaia, AT&T. You should put your antennas wherever your engineers think it best.
“Joe Turner: I’d like to go back to the 415.
Joubert: You have not much future there. It will happen this way. You may be walking. Maybe the first sunny day of the spring. And a van will slow beside you, and a door will open, and someone you know, maybe even trust, will get out of the car. And he will smile, a becoming smile. But he will leave open the door of the van and offer to give you a lift.”
And then, kapow!
*I’ve never used the AT&T myself. I’m spoiled by the mad bars you can get from Sprint 24-7 (except for the basement of the State Building, the EMF Death Zone).
** You know, so we could finally catch up to Dubuque, Iowa or someplace.