Walking down the halls of Bayside High with Kelly and Slater touting that brick from class to class. I haven’t a clue how it fit in the back pockets of my acid washed jeans. If only the principal, Mr. Belding, didn’t confiscate it so often.
Hold the phone. That’s, uh—that’s not right.
With as much overlap as there is between popular culture and our own cellular histories, it’s easy to confuse the two when looking back at the mobile evolution. (Easy for me, at least.)