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A memory from the mid-1960s just popped into my head: a cute girl invited me to go riding with her on our Yamaha YL1 100cc twins. Picture Reese Witherspoon. Petite, nice package: pretty, nice smile.
Picture our blue and white Yamaha twins.
I’d bought mine a month or so before, she’d just got hers. She didn’t ask if I was married, I didn’t volunteers it.
Neither did I ever go riding with her.
So what? So why am I telling the story?
Because she volunteered her phone number … Here’s the punch line … And I still remember it!
She gave me her phone number as a mnemonic. Supposed to be easily rememberable, and I remember it. I remember her!
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