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I don’t think I can remember the sign that told you what was going on. It may have been a long message that wasn’t very complex, or it may have been something that we would hear while we were doing our telegraph work and later figure out the meaning of. It just didn’t have much to do with anything else, so I don’t recall it.
I never really went to any of these telegraph offices in my life, aside from one where I worked as an electrician. I do know that one day while I was working in the telegraph office with that old friend of mine, Jim, in the 1930s, and talking about how it would be nice to have a telegraph between San Francisco and Las Vegas, some fellow had his own invention, a short wire for a telegraph from Las Vegas to San Francisco, and they were paying me to go and do it. Jim and I were going to work the wire, and so were others in the telegraph office, and we talked about it, talked about what we could do to fix it if it was broken, how we would try to get a telegraph operator at the other telegraph office who would be able to fix it.
One morning I was driving past the other telegraph office on the way to work. There’s a tall, blonde, gray-haired lady, wearing a blouse, dark pants, and a red-tape-covered turtleneck, and she was in a wheelchair on a wooden chair next to a big metal box where someone els