333
For more years than I can count, I have had a thing about the number 333. Countless times, I have rolled over in the middle of the night to see 333 on the digital clock. Or walked through the kitchen to find 333 on the stove clock. Or have driven down the road to glance down and see 333 glaring back from the clock on the dashboard,
One day after it happened yet again, I screamed in my head, "Why, 333" ?
Immediately, I saw an image in my mind. In the the vision, I am a small boy, standing on my Grandmother Gulledge's front porch after ringing the hand-twisted mechanical "door bell" waiting for her to come. At eye level, on the door directly in front of me are three metal house numbers:
333
333 Ebenezer Avenue, my grandmother's address.
Now ,when I see the numbers on a clock I just say:
"Hi, Grandma."
