Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt. It happens often enough I should be better at it or at least have better stories: I'm fast asleep and the phone starts buzzing. To add to the fun, I'd fallen asleep with a book on my face (here's to paperbacks!). I fumbled it away and groped for the phone with my eyes still shut. It could be a wrong number, you know.
It was, but not in the way I was hoping. I reached out, whacked the big PHONE switch - I've had to replace the thing twice in the last year - and mumbled, "Whoizzit?"
The voice that replied wasn't especially familiar but the words woke me the rest of the way like a cup of coffee in the face: "Miz --ah-- 'Feynman'?"
Crap. Crap crap crap. Busted. "Wrong number!" I reached for the switch.
"Don't hang up! You are in great danger! We all are."
[STORY CONTINUES AT "I WORK ON A STARSHIP"]
CHICAGO RAILROAD FAIR, 1948
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