I got rid of my landline(s) several years ago after much teeth knashing by my Wife and even more from Verizon which only served to reaffirm the decision in my mind. Anytime a business gets as aggressive as they did during my request to discontinue service - you know you are making the right decision.
I have not regretted the decision once in all the years I have NOT heard a phone ring in my house.
It was a particulary dicey decision given where I live, we did have to swith cell carriers and are careful on phone picks because of being remote, in the woods and on top of a mountain.
For now, I NEVER receive solicitation or unwanted calls. We ALL had cell phones anyway so, the landline was just an additional bill that was being paid in order to be harrassed. Nobody I wanted to communicate with ever called me on anything other than my cell phone anyway, IF the landline rang it was like hearing someone break-in to the house ...... it was an easy decision for me.
Verizons last ditch effort to keep us from cancelling the house phone was a "Manager" calling and basically accusing me of Child abuse because " Did I know that IF something happened to one of my kids I would not have access to a 911 call"
I simply said, "Really, my cell phone won't call 911? and it doesn't have a GPS chip in it for exact location determination, that's odd - I better call Verizon about that because that is who the cell phones are thru".
She hung up on me and cancelled my house phone as requested.
So anyway. We live in interesting times.
I still remember my phone # growing up, it was one digit removed from my "neighbor" who shared a "party line" with us.
Private lines were $ .50 more a month, a luxury my Dad would not abide. See Dad was apparently like me (other way around) He figured IF the phone rang it wasn't anybody He wanted to talk to anyway (including the nightly call by his Mother which was for my Mom) If Dad was unlucky enough to be in the kitchen when the ONE Black wall phone (twisted cord) rang.... He would Sigh loudly and broadcast his extreme irritation to all within earshot and seeing as Dad was a Radio TalkShow Host and TV NewsMan - His voice "Broadcast" far and wide - Dad would pick up the phone and grunt, place the phone receiver precariously atop the phone frame and pronounce loudly, "Lois, it's for You" and walk away.
I often wondered what would happen to the dog or cat IF that phone receiver ever fell from its perch and landed on one of them - Phones doubled as weapons back then.
I ossasionally still call that old number except I deliberately go one digit up because you see, everyone has passed away and is long gone at one number down - believe it or not the neighbor still answers albeit slower and after more rings these days, a Farmer and active as such all these decades later.
I apologize and thank him for his time never saying " Mr. Hopkins, it's Me Scott.... The little guy lived up the road that used to work for you remember me?"
He is in his mid-90's now and I don't want to scare him
My house growing up had the Biggest Front Porch ......and the phone was a long way away.