My phone woke me up this morning. The number was identified as coming from my mother’s house. It’s still dark out, I don’t know what time it is, Mom’s health is not the best, and my phone is ringing. That usually adds up to only one thing.

Except this time, it was my mother calling, wondering if I knew where my older brother was. Seems his house phone went to the recording that says “The number you have dialed is no longer in service. Please check the number … ” and my mother tried information with the almost predictable result of “No information for that name.” So, naturally, she woke me up to see if I knew where my brother was. I live in Glendale, Arizona, and he lives in the Salt Lake City area, so yeah, sure, we see each other EVERY DAY.

I promised her I would see what I could do. I needed to call him and wish him a happy birthday anyway. I dialed his number and he answered. I wished him a happy birthday, and then explained the reason for my call. “Yeah” he said, “I had to have the house phone disconnected. We’re running through a rough spot. Seems no one wants to hire an accountant with gray hair.”

“Grecian Formula” I helpfully suggested.

“You know that’s not me” he replied.

I asked him to call Mom so she wouldn’t worry. He promised he would.

I still don’t like calls in the dark of the night.

Chat ya later…

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