New Castle News
NEW CASTLE —
I'm starting to see signs that my memory isn't what it use to be.
I have no trouble remembering the phone number we had back in the 1940s.
It was 2075R, but was later replaced with Oliver 20355.
The change to using seven and 10 digits phone numbers was not a problem for me.
I can still tell you the phone numbers of some of my teenage girlfriends, like Cathy, Jane, and Linda.
Why can't I learn my own cell phone number?
I have to look it up on the screen every time someone asks me for it.
A few weeks ago, I went to a fire to take some photos for The News.
It was chilly and I wore a jacket that had a special pocket for a cell phone.
Being I've had the coat for years, and didn't own a cell phone, I was a little excited about getting to use the pocket.
I think it could have been a little deeper than it was.
My cell phone fell out on the cement, and now I have no screen to view.
If someone would ask me for my cell number, I couldn't tell them.
I just say, "Ask my wife."
The other day, I broke down and bought a new cell phone.
Since I wanted to upgrade from my old phone, I went all out and bought the $9.95 special from Giant Eagle.
I had already given my previous cell number to a few VIPs, so I wanted to keep it.
Don't you know the machine I talked to asked me what my serial number was on my old phone?
Now if your old phone is broken, how do you find the serial number?
If I don't know my phone number, I certainly don't know my phone's serial number.
I asked a few of my friends if they knew my phone’s serial number, and not one of them did.
Then the guy asked me for my SIM card number.
Do I look like the kind of guy who has a clue on what a SIM card is?
He told me to take my phone apart, and guided me to the SIM card location.
After a half an hour on the phone with the service tech, I get to keep my old number.
I just wish it were 2075R.