No, not the ultimate aphrodisiac. Sorry. But, listen...
    Looking something up in an old college textbook I noticed I had written a strange combination of letters and numbers on the inside cover, under my name. This was odd becuase it was many years before home computers.
    I realized it was my old phone number: a two-letter exchange followed by five digits. Like PEnnsylvania 6-5000, immortalized in the Glen Miller song.
    If you're around 45 or older, your old home phone number is ingrained in your memory. In the age of ever-changing alpha-numeric computer passwords and logpins, it's a combination you'll never forget. Puts us a step ahead of the young uns, doesn't it?
    I've already begun using my old phone number as a password at work. When they ask us change it (they do every 6 months) I'll use my best friend's. Then revert 6 months later to my old phone number.
    Once again, John Henry beats the steam drill. This time he lives to tell about it.