June 18, 2002
...fourthreeeight...
You know, the number for this entry reminds me of something: 438-8873. That's my first phone number, the one I had when I was <9, living in Lake Zurich, Illinois, with my family. I still remember it nearly 20 years later.
It's funny how memory works, isn't it? You can remember a thing like that -- I don't remember our address, but the phone number's clear -- and not be able to recall what you had to drink with breakfast the day before, or what time the meeting is this afternoon.
526-1227. That was my Dad's phone number in Barrington. I'll never forget it. Maybe it has something to do with wierd organizational structures of the brain??
Posted by: bran at June 18, 2002 01:44 PMYeah, I've lived lots of places, so many in fact that my mom would often quiz us to my aunt's number because it woudln't change and we could have a constant. 474-1888. Haven't called it in well over 20 years, but I remember it.
Posted by: Cinnamon at June 18, 2002 02:35 PM