THE OLD TELEPHONE NUMBER MEMORIES
One day I found myself reciting aloud my old telephone number. The one I had from about seven years of age to 20 something. We lived in Eureka Valley a neighborhood in San Francisco. The prefix was MI8- the MI ² for Mission - back in the day the names of districts were used in the prefix.) Our solid black phone (heavy enough to use as a weapon) had a short cord between the body and receiver sat in a drafty hallway on a small wooden telephone table with a seat attached. Everyone could hear you talk as they walked back and forth from room to room, sometimes I think on purpose. My curiosity about who had the number now caught on fire, and I looked it up on the web. Turns out the people who now have this number are dance instructors. What a kick! And, coincidence. Or the magic of vibrational number forces. My family loves to dance --- can·t have any family get-together without somebody bobbing his head, or twitching her hip and this can be without music. If somebody turns on music the pace picks up with the wiggling of the bums, tapping of shoes, and rock n· roll on the floor. My parents danced, all eight siblings dance, the grand and great children dance and on down the troop. Even the in-laws learn to appreciate a two-step motion. What about your old number? Who has it now? Love those family stories . Please read a chapter of my novel more about The Skye in June go here.