facing west It's a metal box housed in the wall. The lid on the box's face opens the wrong way. It swings up on a bent lever hinge where a sock wrapped around a brass coat hook holds it fast to the rafter above. The cloth wires are gone. Inside it's all tape and whiskers now. These would be used with pride by men. Now they are rarely opened. They sit in basements fading to rust, left alone in the dark.