Wednesday, September 8, 2010


Ever get the impression things flow and blend together in unpredictable ways? Take this trip to Philly, I could not find an elevator, airport hidden floor or garage with Level 3 on it (granted, my tight schedule did not allow me to go far out of my way to search). So, I had to settle for the real thing.

Of course the office number (7-11) conjures all kinds of random associations, from the realm of fast food to dice. In telecom, that would be the number to call if you're deaf or hearing impaired. Of course, this crazy travel schedule has got me feeling rather impaired. Call me!

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