Hello...

   The phone rings.It's from an unfamiliar number, but I answer it anyway.(Yes, I know it's not the thing to do) The male caller says, in an accented voice, "Hello, Mrs. Schroder, it's Jab...''' I interrupt, "Sorry, not interested." The caller. in a more plaintive tone, "Mrs. Schroder, don't you remember me? It's Jabbar."  Shades of the past, it was Danny's old soccer coach, Jabbar. From Afghanistan, I recall.  He lives in Delmar now and is trying to get in touch with his old championship soccer team. Danny was star goalie.  I should have known the call wasn't from one of those computer-repair centers. They have accents, but their names are always Bill or Tom  or Mike.