Lost relics and the Barrel

Am I the only one who thought phone booths had gone the way of the DoDo? Well, apparently I was wrong. Should Superman ever be reincarnated he will in fact still have a place to change into his man tights and cape, and it is in my neighborhood. Am I a dork for thinking this is just the coolest?
I'm one of those people who love the cookey things in life and really like it when random acts of oddness occur, maybe this is why I am experiencing a slight pang of jealousy at what one of my good friends is currently doing.
She and her long-time-but-not-in-a-million-years-will-I-ever-marry-him-boyfriend are moving from NYC to San Francisco for his job, and they are currently in their car making the cross country journey over the next week. Now, most people would go to AAA and pick up a map, perhaps even buy a map at a gas station, and then plan out the quickest, most direct route to get from point A to point B. Not my friend, and this is why I love her. When she found out she was having to leave the city she loves for a strange new land she promptly drove to the nearest Cracker Barrel (which is an hour and a half away in Connecticut) and picked up a map of the Cracker Barrel locations across the country and proceeded to plan their trip around at least one Barrel a day. I love that. We should all be so random. It reminds me of something I heard when touring a distillery in San Juan, "When life gives you barrels, make rum. Then drink up and life will look a lot better." or something like that.
Oh, and one more friend prop. My good friend Kathryn L Krueger has written a beautiful little book about growing up with divorce, "Road to Grandma's House." It can be found on Amazon and at Barnes and Noble.