Or at least I could if I wanted to. Which is really depressing. Way to start feeling OLD AS HELL way too early.
It’s been rainy here in southern California for 2 days in a row, and a social calling required that I leave my headquarters and venture out into the elements. I put on a black polyester jackety thing that apparently I havn’t worn in a long time and headed out. Later that night I reached in its pocket and took out a piece of paper that was in it.
It was the phone number of the Bruce’s. My next door neighbors when I lived in Missouri. Who are now dead.
Both Mr and Mrs Bruce died over a year ago shortly after one another. They were very nice people and I had visited them a few times when I came back to Missouri after I had left. Now they are deceased, and I have their phone number in my pocket.
I have the phone numbers of people who are no longer living. In. My. Pocket….
Getting old sucks. =(
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