Phone Numbers.

Yesterday I had the distinct amusement of trying to dial/remember a phone number at work, only to end up dialing my old childhood best friend's number.  I used to dial this number with ice cream covered hands, dirty palms, when upset, when happy, and just about every day for a few years, especially to get together and go have fun, to be kids.  Let this serve as a nostalgic post for the loss of phone numbers remembered by grubby eager fingers, phone numbers we knew by heart.  These days I don't even know people's area codes.