4551...

It is funny what one can remember when there is nothing to think about. When I was in grade school, Stewart Brinegar repeated his phone number for the entire bus ride to his home. Shirley Braun, the driver of that baby blue station wagon, told him to be quite, but in his obstinance, he droned on, “4551, 4551, 4551, 4551….” I will never forget Brinegar’s phone number (NB: it still the same today). This was like 25 years ago, but only seems like yesterday. Does this mean I’m getting old?