Fred and Mike were in town again (with Ritchie in tow this time, whom I’ve only met once or twice), and this time I was finally able to hang out with them again last night. I think the last time I saw them was like 2 years ago. We played Risk—I won the first game in a record 2 rounds, wiping out Mike’s gray army, yay! The second game took so long we decided to go to Denny’s for food, and so called a winner based on who was closest to completing their mission. Amusingly, when we were at the grocery store buying alcohol, we managed to find the only French cashier or something. Fred had some small talk in French with her, while Kevin and I paid for the alcohol. Pretty random.

On a totally different note, I’ve noticed our culture is evolving. Where once we had the phone numbers of important people memorized, we now store them in our cell phones for instant access—eliminating the need to expend any mental energy on recalling the numbers later. Case in point is that it is becoming so bad, some people can’t even recall their OWN number without help. A guy in my office has his cell phone as his sole phone. The other day his phone discharged to the point where he couldn’t even turn it on to retrieve a number. Some time during the day, it became necessary to retrieve a number, so he went around asking everyone if we had a charger with us. We all said no, so he had to resort to other means. Know what he did? Since he couldn’t remember the numbers of ANYONE, he called 411 for the number of a friend, and then had that friend give him the number he needed. Know what number the guy needed? His own cell phone number!!!! That’s pretty bad I think. Admittedly I don’t have as many numbers memorized as I used to now that they are all stored in my cell phone, but I at least know my own number without relying on my phone to tell me. :)

Tune in next time when I discuss french fries and the inner potato correlation….

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