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I got a "Tracfone" for my birthday a few days ago. It's one of those disposable cell phones that cost $20 and you can buy cards that have minutes on them instead of having an annual contract. So this is my first cell phone. Not that I plan on using it. It's just for emergencies and I'm keeping it in my car (plugged into the cigarette lighter) stashed in the glove box. But I feel kinda odd now, having entered the digital age. I've always despised cell phones (and phones in general) but now I have one and I guess I'll keep it, cuz, it's for emergencies, right?

So I sat down with the phone and programmed all the numbers from my little address book into the phone. Going through the book I saw the names of people I hadn't talked to for awhile. So after I got done with the Tracfone I called a few of my old friends that I hadn't talked to for awhile (some for a few years). It was nice afternoon.

Rath's "vomited" line reminds me of the only time I ever vomited from physical exercise (running). It was 1984 and I was taking a physical training test (army) at Goodfellow AFB down in San Angelo. Some guy I didn't know (some random Air Force guy) was running even with me most of the first mile. The second mile we started racing against each other and it was great. It was the best time (12' 5") I ever had in the two-mile in my entire life! After I finished pukin' he came over and thanked me for helping him out with the run (and here I was thinking he helped me out with the run!). Good times!