The employee most responsible for the booth’s resuscitation is Patrick Smith, 50 years old and nearly as large as his inanimate patient, whose injuries include broken glass panes, bent supports and a battered foundation.
Mr. Smith grew up in nearby Morrow, and remembers passing the booth whenever his family trucked their cattle to the sales barn in Fayetteville. The sight of Superman’s see-through closet — an arrangement that made sense only if you didn’t try to make sense of it — filled the boy with wonder.
Later, as a teenager, he often stepped into the phone booth after a movie night at the 112 Drive In theater in Fayetteville, to call as the family curfew was descending.
With the close of the phone booth’s door, the teenager would glow like a firefly. A mother’s reassuring voice would emanate from the receiver. And the caller from Prairie Grove would promise, promise, to be home soon.
Perhaps a reasonable solution would be to implement a delay of say (e.g. 15 minutes)…
Outsourcing of jails failed when we tried it before. Look at what private industry does…
Sounds like we "users" would be, too.