Phones, Drones and Forests of Pine

First off, a minor backstory:

My father used to work in the lumber industry and was often in the middle of nowhere planning to fell some trees. He didn't actually do the whole lumberjack thing himself, he just chose where and when to cut and had his drones do all the work.

Now way back when, he had got himself a "Cell Phone" (read: Brick with an antenna attached"). This old phone, a Motorola MicroTAC/650 he has used ever since. Now suddenly, in some states, the US carrier has jacked the price up immensely making it unsensable to continue using it while on the road. Also, he has a full year left on the contract and can't seem to get out of it.

So this morning he calls me up and says, "I went and got a new contract with MTS on a new phone. This one has a year left on it -- you want it?"

Never one to pass up a too-good-to-be-true deal, I accepted the phone graciously. Thus I now have a brick I can carry around and shout into and hear voices from. (And that sentence ends with a preposition -- sue me.)

I'm contemplating heading out to the northern portion of the whiteshell to see if it still works in the middle of no-where like it used to. Perhaps I shall waste some gas tomorrow. Besides, I love nothing more than the smell of a Pine Forest.

Be Safe