May 16, 2001, was a momentous day in the life of Mike O’Connell Jr. This was that day I moved into my new apartment, my first apartment as a matter of fact, and, as went the procedure at the time, the day I received a new phone number. (Remember landlines? You move to a new place and take the telephone number that was there before? Whoa.)<\/p>\n
The phone number I received that I received that day?<\/p>\n
(Pause for effect…)<\/p>\n
I still have it.<\/p>\n
Whoa.<\/p>\n
Saying you’ve had the same phone number for the past 20 years? That’s good. Not many people can do that. I’ve moved several times during that period but always kept the same number. In December 2003 I moved that landline number to my new address, then in 2004 I ditched it and made it my cellphone number. Even after moving to another state I kept the same number because really, what difference does it make? So my number comes up on your phone as “upstate New York.” I can live with that. Way easier than the pain of changing your number.<\/p>\n
And we’d all better keep our numbers now, right? Because who actually knows anyone’s phone number any more?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
May 16, 2001, was a momentous day in the life of Mike O’Connell Jr. This was that day I moved into my new apartment, my first apartment as a matter of fact, and, as went the procedure at the time, … Continue reading