I came home the other morning to find a phone book sitting on my front door step. They’ve gotten considerably smaller over the years.
I grew up in New York City. Back then, we had three separate phone books per household, one yellow and two white pages and we needed them all. The things were huge too.
If you wanted a pizza delivered, you had to thumb through that lengthy “P” section, assuming you didn’t already have the number memorized. Of course, that was before Al Gore invented the internet and when most of America still knew what a landline was.