Number, Please

This, children, is a rotary dial telephone. Back in the dark ages of my childhood we had one of these in the house. One. Only one! And it was attached to the wall. Long distance calls were expensive so you only distance dialed up in emergency situations. That means births and deaths. And you set a timer and had a list so you would remember to relay all the pertinent information in a timely manner. I remember our phone number from the time we lived in Ray, North Dakota. From about the age of two until I was seven. This was so very long ago that it wasn't just digits, there was a word in there as well. Jordan 8-3881. If I ever seem a bit discombobulated, it's because crap such as this is clogging up my brain.