- The prefix of my telephone number in the city where I went to medical school and internship
- My apartment number during internship
- My violin locker during undergrad at Baylor for four years
The violin locker has one of the more interesting stories. I was visiting campus with a friend of mine who was about to start grad school at Baylor. I took Jessica by the music building to show her my old stomping grounds, and eventually we wandered over to the music lockers. I knew, of course, which row my locker was on, but its exact location, five years after graduating in 2001, was lost to me. I pointed vaguely to a locker and said, “I think my locker was around here.”
At this point, Jessica started laughing. I’d pointed to locker 352, but at that point she probably didn’t know of 352’s recurrences in my life. What she was laughing at was that there, next to the number, was a faded label with my name penciled in! After five years with surely at least two different occupants of the locker, no one had bothered changing my name on the locker. And now, a year and a half later as I remember the incident, it seems like there was something unusual within, perhaps a little plastic Mozart figurine or something of the sort.
So thus, the sequence begins: 113, 259, 352