Eagles Over the Kennebec

Asyouknowbob, I rarely use my cell phone, considering it, as I do, an Instrument of Defense, to be deployed in Emergencies such as, but not limited to, the wheel coming off the car two miles out of town in the middle of a snowstorm (which event was, indeed, the proximate cause for my initial acquisition of a cell phone. Two miles in the snow is a looooonng walk.)

So, I have a cell phone. Which I rarely use, the number of which is shared on a limited basis, and usually when we're traveling.

Because of Complicated Circumstances, when I switched from the old, candy bar Nokia to the fancy! new! slider!, I lost the phone number I'd had for several years and got a Whole Brand New (to me) Number.

Now, here's the thing. I keep getting phone calls on this device -- nobody I know. I figure some are just random pocket-dials. But this one number is...persistent. And they leave voicemail. And it's creepy.

Which is why I'm telling you about this.

The number -- 860.75x.xxxx -- is apparently located in Middletown, CT. That's all I know. Well, that, and the voice mail, of course.

Woman's voice: "Hi, guys! This is [gulp/blankspace/noword] from Aetna. Look, now that you've been in the house awhile, we'd like to come by and take some more pictures, since the last time we did that you'd just moved in and there were boxes everywhere. Give us a call and let us know when. Hope you guys are doing fine!"

Man's voice: "Hi, guys. Let us know when we can come by and take some more pictures of the house! It's [gulp/blankspace/noword] from Aetna."

There was a third one from the same number; I didn't play it back and I have added the number to my reject list. (Man, I love me a phone with a reject list.) All three calls, last night, were placed within fifteen minutes.

That's what I've got, and I guess there's really no moral to the story, except, yanno -- be advertent; there are bears in the woods.