ALL CAPS JENNY

Yesterday I was searching through my contact list for someone’s phone number. Someone whose name I could not recall.

As I slowly browsed from A-Z, I realized I have a lot of contacts in my phone – many of whom I don’t know (or recognize).

Example: “Paul,” followed by “Paul-bar.” Good thing I made that distinction.

I decided to do something similar to what Papa J and I did two summers after high school graduation. Call people. Papa J and I were reading through our yearbooks one slow summer evening and found a lot of people had offered up a “call me – let’s hang out” note; usually right after “stay cute and cool.”

We figured we had stayed cute and cool, so they probably still wanted us to call them and hang out. Papa J and I quickly learned many of the yearbook notes (with the exception of “Bob was here”) were not sincere.

Anyway, I started calling “Paul,” “Another one,” “Erdman,” “Giselle,” ALL CAPS JENNY,” and others, and came to the quick realization that I really don’t know these people. More importantly, I never did find the name of the person I had initially set out to contact. If you are that person, could you please call me?