Ludlow+Grand

 

From my little cousin crying because he didn’t know his home phone to a number scribbled on a cocktail napkin, ten digits is a powerful sequence to have. For me, 813.920.1266 is a number ingrained in my mind. It’s my Grandma’s. She’s gone now. But I still dial it every so often. Today it reaches the Eagles Golf Club instead.

In our cell phone world, I wonder if numbers will become a lost memory as we default to our digital address books. And when we lose our phones in a cab, do we lose more than just a list of digits?!