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From the Quotation of the day mailing list, 2014-02-22:

"I grew up in Carmel, smack in the middle of the new code region; my first cell phone number-the only cell phone number I have ever had-bears that 831 preface. I have held on to those three digits through happily-multiple changes of location (New Jersey, New York, Boston, Washington) and through unhappily-multiple losses of handset. The powers that be-hardware salespeople, cell service representatives-have, at one time or another, tried to force me into a 609 and a 917 and a 617; each time, I have resisted. Because I am not, fundamentally, a 609 or a 917 or a 617. I am not even, my current residence notwithstanding, a 202. I am an 831, wherever I may be in body, and will remain an 831 until they pry those three otherwise totally meaningless digits out of my cold, dead iPhone." -- Megan Garber, writing about telephone area codes.

[<a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/technology/archive/2014/02/our-numbered-days-the-evolution-of-the-area-code/283803/> http://www.theatlantic.com/technology/archive/2014/02/our-numbered-days-the-evolution-of-the-area-code/283803/</a>]</p> </blockquote><p>(submitted to the mailing list by Terry Labach)</p> <p>(Happy birthday to my mother, whose phone number of 50+ years my sister managed to keep for her through a move across the Chesapeake!)</p>