Sometimes, the past comes calling when you don't expect it, a picture, a mention of

a name, even a small memento can bring memories rushing back like a joint popping back into

place.

It feels like something returning to where it belongs after you've forgotten what it

was like to have it there.

But it's returned to its natural state, feels strange somehow.

That is how I felt when I received the phone call just yesterday, as I drove back to

my old home in northern Pennsylvania.

When my phone started ringing, I jumped to the surprise.

I had been zoning out from driving back and forth, up and down, and the endless hills

of this forever road.

Besides, no one ever called me.

I picked up my phone from the scene next to me.

The caller ID took me by surprise.

No data.

Wasn't the point of this thing to tell me who was calling, so I would know a scammer

from a friend who just got my number.

Shake my head, I answered the phone.

I could use the company.

Even if it was a robot, trying to tell me my car warranty was about to expire.

Hello, I asked.

Hello, came the reply.

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