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  • Does anyone remember the first phone number associated with 'home' to them?

    Personally, I do.

    My number was related to a rotary dial analogue phone system we lovingly referred to as 'Ma Bell'. It was HU-7-9979. HU was the prefix that denoted the Hudson area in Spokane Washington, where I grew up. The address was 119 E. Empire.

    This was the phone number from which I communicated with friends from school; St.Xavier Catholic School, and later Lidgerwood Elementary, then Rogers High School. It was also the number from which I would spend all night up talking to my girlfriend.

    After getting no sleep at night, I had to find a way of coping with school responsibilities without sleeping through my classes. I acquired a taste for strong black coffee to get me through another school day. I cannot remember the girlfriend's phone number, just her name; Paula Lostroh. She eventually became one of many past fixtures in life, and went on to marry my high school best friend, Frank Stone.

    Along with my memory of her, and the retention of that old phone number, I have only my caffeine addiction to show for that period of time in my life.

    The phone number is to this day one of only two that I can recall with almost no effort. The second is 535-4711; the number for the Napa Genuine Parts main store in Spokane. I remember that number from the first regular nine to five job I had, working as a parts delivery driver, and parts counter person at McBride Motors on Sprague Avenue there in Spokane. It was a number burned permanently into my memory by constant usage. I probably dialed that number a million times in the early seventies.

    The number for Napa remains the same today, and should anyone around me find the need to look it up, I can save them the trouble, and recite it without hesitation (area code 509 included, of course).

    My memory of such things ends here. With a cell phone in my possession now, it serves as my sole memory, and without it I'm lost. Lost that is, unless I decide to call myself in the past, to ask myself how I'm doing in school without sleep, or to inquire as to the price of auto parts in the here and now. There are no other numbers so indelibly etched in my mind.

    I would probably have to locate a working rotary phone also, if I were to perform such an incredible feat.
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