I was about 14 years old when I figured out how to bug my family’s home telephone.
Although it was a touchtone phone instead of rotary dial by then, it looked a lot like this one. It was mounted on a wall in a hallway in the middle of the house. I had been tinkering for years with wires, batteries, phone parts and tape recorders. I understood the basics of the technology.
The cable containing four wires ran down the wall and through the floor to an unfinished basement. It was there that I conducted my experiment. I figured out how to trigger the power to a tape recorder when the phone rang. I had spliced the two wires carrying voices into a line-in cable to the recorder.
Every time the phone started ringing, the recorder started — with the record buttons already in position — and it recorded the conversation. I don’t recall how I rigged it to know when a call was over.
For a long time, I’ve told this story with amusement, but it wasn’t until the last few years that I understood what it was all about. The real insight in this story is that I didn’t trust anybody — and I thought nothing of betraying their trust, too.

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Sometimes we should ignore idiots who yell about non-existent racism
There are times we need to quit; what do you need to quit today?
When it comes to politics and race, double standards are everywhere
Roy Moore just the latest in the long line of politicians who want control
How many warnings can life give us when something’s gone wrong?
As a photographer, be prepared to doubt your talent every single day