The jumble of telephone wires in my Brooklyn back yard, as in most I am sure, is rather amazing. They come from every direction, snake over fences and through trees and merge into a box, which is suspended from a wooden pole. The system looks anything but high tech. One wonders how calls gets through at all.
And when someone needs to add a line, a 'technician' from the telephone company, like the one above, needs to climb the pole and make sense of it all.
How very quaint. One is astounded that wireless service was ever invented.