The Buckets by Greg Cravens for April 06, 2023

The song we sang in first grade: “Remember your name and address / and telephone number too, / and if someday you lose your way / you’ll know just what to do. / Go up to the kind policeman / and tell him [something] / and if he’s kind he’ll help you find [something something].”

What I remember most clearly was feeling bad about being too poor to have a telephone. But I did feel pride in learning to spell PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA. (The address I had memorized was obliterated when they put I-95 through Philly.)

We spend the first 4 years of a child’s life teaching them how to talk and walk and the next 16 telling them to sit down and shut up. No wonder every generation gets more confused

I can never remember my own phone number. I think it’s probably because I call myself very rarely.

What about mom’s credit card number?

Looks like Eddie made a new friend!!

Actually when you get your own phone you don’t remember phone numbers anymore, they are stored on your phone.