I guess it’s that I’ve had an uninterrupted contacts list since my first iPhone in 2007.

But, gosh, there’s a lot of random personal history just scrolling for a number that isn’t in my favorites. A friend who died tragically in his early 30s, the girl from New Orleans with the New York number I last saw in Los Angeles around 2007, and my own Mrs Robinson who once invited me to a dinner I didn’t know was a date while her husband was on tour.