Traditionally, the area code in this part of the world is 315.
So when I looked up while standing in line to buy sausage-pepper-and-onion sandwiches for Karen and I and spotted the section sign, I had to snap.
It’s code
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Mark Bialczak 
I see numbers in random places that make me think of things. Like part of my childhood phone number. Or my birth month and date together in a random place.
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Yes that happens, MBC!
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And happy you were!
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The connection was good, Nance.
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Very strange. I got up at exactly 3:15 AM this morning. Glad I had my drapes drawn. 😉
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Pretty dang early ladysighs. Even Ellie B had not stirred to be let out at that early hour today.
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When I smell the coffee, I know it’s time to get up. No matter the time.
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