The Case of The Mysterious Pay Phone

It was a dark and ... dark night. I was happily playing video games with my high school friend Joe when the phone rang. I don't have a phone in my room at home here anymore, because Dad got these caller ID phones that yell out the calling number in a pleasant-but-loud female voice. It took me a week or so to get used to hearing a cacophony of voices chime in with the already annoying beeps and warbles. So, I only heard the ghostly echoes of the other phones in the house ringing.

Joe and I heard one, two, three rings - and the call was done. We figured it was for Dad.

Shortly after that, Mom came into my room asking if Wesley had a pay phone. The ID on the call simply said "Pay Phone," and it had a 540 area code on it. I didn't recognize the number, and to my knowledge, the only people I know in the 540 only have my cell number. I resolved to call the mystery person back, just to be on the safe side...

...only to find out that "the number you have dialed is no longer in service."

What! A ghostly pay phone call from the hereafter? Possibly.

If that was you calling, then by all means call us back, preferably before 11:30 this time.

In other news, Gerritt has his Sugar Bowl / New Orleans pictures up, as well. He's got a brand-spanking new digital camera, so the pictures turned out really awesome. He and the other group also stayed a lot longer in the city than we did, so he's got a lot of different and cool perspectives on the Big Easy. Check it out!