Dear Folks, I'm STILL upgrading my word processing files on disks, and while I was also paginating a series of stories that are tied to gether, I typed in page number 211. Instantly I remembered the significance of the number. Picture Naval Air Station, Oakland, CA, in the year 1956. Picture a pretty young "thang" in Navy regulation "working dungarees" uniform standing the 2000-2400 (8:00-12:00 p.m.) watch in the tiny switchboard room in Communications. Well, that young thang was me! It was my duty to be the switchboard operator and when anyone called the air station, a light would light up on my switchboard. I'd plug a line into the hole under the light and give them the proper military response ("Naval Air Station Oakland, Petty Officer Lauer [my last name at the time] speaking, Sir." They in turn would tell me who they wanted to speak to or what department/office/barracks/club they wanted to be connected with. It got so that I memorized most of the many different extension numbers and so I'd imediately plugged the line into the correct extension hole without having to look it up on the list. And one of them was Extension 211. It was the number of the Officers' Club. I recognized it in an instant this evening, a memory brought back by page number 211 in the year 2003, 47 years later. Oh the stories I could tell you about being a switchboard operater at night at NAS Oakland!! vee