July 1, 2002
There was a time, back in the seventies when I was a kid, when people here seemed to share a kind of free-floating hysterical fear of being turned into numbers. Characters spoke of it in sit-coms. People were changing their legal names to digits. Bar codes loomed ominously over the collective American psyche. But numbers tie you to people. I want to know every number about him. I have put his address to heart. Of course his phones too. Three of them. His birthday is July 24th, I won't tell the year. His social security number was harder to memorize.