December 6 of my freshman year, possibly to announce I would fail all my final exams and all my courses. I thought it best that the parents be prepared.
By the end of the second semester, my mother had stopped believing me.
Mass communication is easy when your uncle is the postmaster. See upper left corner.
Later, maybe when Uncle Joe bought new mailboxes, our box number changed from 46 to 44. At some point, our phone number changed from 2622 to 2384.
I can’t remember my current cell phone number, but I do remember how to call home in 1970. I remember some of the answers on that biology final, too.
We’re moving again, so I’m finding stuff I ought to throw away but can’t.