|45 on Ridge Road|
|11 at the Mouth of Queens Creek|
|Zero Near Aaron's Beach|
|Boat Registration Numbers|
|20 Near Windsor|
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|45 on Gwynns Island|
Although numbers and I tend to bicker and fuss as a general rule, there are rare times when we get along-- provided they aren't part of an algebraic equation or a word problem involving trains leaving stations. Math and I were never good friends, but sometimes numbers--as long as they're not being pushy and trying to take over and confuse things--are OK.
Seven, for example, has always been my favorite number, dating back to high school when I'd write it inside my socks for track meets or basketball games.
(This was back in the day when people wore socks instead of footies. Back in this same day, student athletes would trot across the high school parking lot to the pay phone, dial their home phone number without inserting the required dime or quarter, and then hang up when their mother answered. This was the signal to the mother that practice was over. Kids? Is it any wonder your grandparents struggle with concepts like texting and your very own mother
Click here for a 2008 post that references the number seven a few times.
Click here and here for my mother's answers to the same questions.
This hodgepodge of a blog post that claimed to be about numbers and wound up referencing pay phones, footies, and the year 2008 is now coming to a merciful close.