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Does Collecting Make You Feel Dirty?
I Remnumber
The other day I was talking to a friend about changing phone numbers and recalled the one he'd had before the one he was about to give up. He expressed surprise. In these days of cell phones and Palm Pilots, few people seem to keep more than a couple numbers in their "RAM". I, however, have a memory for numbers. When I was looking at the picture of Spats in my previous entry and noticed that the phone number started with an "841" prefix. That's the same prefix Annalee had during her first year-and-a-half in Berkeley, which means that she must have had one of those older, location-specific prefixes, since Spats is only a few blocks away from 1890 Arch Street. Of course, I dialed "841-7087" enough for it to take on special meaning, like a digital photo that you lock against deletion. It's harder to explain why my brain is still cluttered with the birthday of my Black Lightning Print Shop co-worker Amy Marshall -- July 6th -- or the height of Mt. Whitney. And that's leaving aside the realm of baseball statistics, which are heaped in unruly piles in the attic of my mind.

Mode: sprightly
Muse: the absence of Kraftwerk, while Skylar talks to Sami on the phone

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