Well, Mother and I were driving back to the farm after shopping and medical appointments, and sure enough as we came up the drive there was the telephone truck, and a nice young lady who was writing up her report. She went back to the farmhouse with us and made sure all the regular phones were working again. She even noticed that the line coming in was half-ripped off the house, and tacked it back up.

I think things is sorted out at last!

Cheerily,
Charley Noble