swazye redux, cell phone

Two important events that occurred to me at the State Fair last night:
– After ordering a Fletcher’s corny dog, the young man behind the counter, apropos of nothing, said: “Anybody ever tell you you look just like that guy in Ghost?”
Yes, the allegations that I look like Patrick Swayze have returned. And my hair’s not even particularly long at the moment! I continue to be unflattered.
– While riding those big fast-moving rotating swings (sorry, forgot the ride’s name), my cell phone somehow worked its way loose from my left pants pocket. At a high rate of speed, and with remarkable accuracy, it flung itself many yards away, straight into concrete. (It also nearly clubbed a toothless old man in the face.)
The phone worked, amazingly enough, for one phone call after that. But then death came. So, if you’re trying to reach me in the next few days, chances are slim I’ll be answering my cell. Try me instead at my work number (10-7, M-F, roughly) or at home.