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A couple of days ago I called over to my mom's house (where I used to live) and got a message saying that the phone number was either disconnected or no longer in service. We had all recently bought cellphones and mom had said that she was going to have the home phone disconnected. Still it came as a shock to me.
It might seem a little silly, but I'm a bit down about this. The trusty number that always rang home for the 25 plus years of my life was no longer operational, but disconnected, out of service, gone. Cell phones may enable you to reach someone wherever they are, but to me their numbers don't seem, what are the words I'm looking for? Solid, grounding, personally memorable, or personal, period? If you asked me for mom or brother David's number, I'd have to look it up on my own cellphone. I know my dad's cell number by heart, but he's had his for awhile. I've dialed his number digit by digit. With mom and Dave, I pressed a button on my cellphone, gave a few voice commands, their numbers were dialed automatically. Like something out of Star Trek almost. Flip open my mobile communicator and hail the rest of the Away Team.
If I care to start manually dialing their numbers, I can learn to memorize them, maybe even embrace them. But they won't hold the same sentiment as my old stay at home phone number.
Now that I've gotten this off my chest, I feel better. I also realize how much the writing styles of Munk and Miami Herald columnist Leonard Pitts are rubbing off on me.
Bob
It might seem a little silly, but I'm a bit down about this. The trusty number that always rang home for the 25 plus years of my life was no longer operational, but disconnected, out of service, gone. Cell phones may enable you to reach someone wherever they are, but to me their numbers don't seem, what are the words I'm looking for? Solid, grounding, personally memorable, or personal, period? If you asked me for mom or brother David's number, I'd have to look it up on my own cellphone. I know my dad's cell number by heart, but he's had his for awhile. I've dialed his number digit by digit. With mom and Dave, I pressed a button on my cellphone, gave a few voice commands, their numbers were dialed automatically. Like something out of Star Trek almost. Flip open my mobile communicator and hail the rest of the Away Team.
If I care to start manually dialing their numbers, I can learn to memorize them, maybe even embrace them. But they won't hold the same sentiment as my old stay at home phone number.
Now that I've gotten this off my chest, I feel better. I also realize how much the writing styles of Munk and Miami Herald columnist Leonard Pitts are rubbing off on me.
Bob