Jennie, I’ve got your number

When I was little, I thought I knew how to count. The numbers went 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  6  7  5  3  0  9. I was a child of the eighties. And a small enough child I didn’t know Tommy Tutone was singing about a phone number. Sigh, such innocence. (Incidentally, … Continue reading