I got a new cellphone. A cute little thing. A great deal, a steal really. The old one was dying a slow death, the little screen showing all kinds of jumbled numbers, the paint all over the outside peeling off. I squeezed every ounce of use out of that little contraption.

It was an interesting exercise to go through 103 numbers in my old phone’s address book and weed out the ones I no longer need or see what people I’ve lost touch with. I had that phone about five years.

Now I have a new toy, a fresh start, a clear line.