November 25th, 1984

You try to jog your memory, trying hard to remember. Inwardly, you curse your low-tech modem which forces you to either disconnect from the internet when calling or stop you from calling or being called when surfing.

"November...25th....1984?" you say, hoping it was the right answer.

"Sorry, John, that's not the right answer. Thank you for calling!"

With that, the connection is broken. You put the horn down. You failed yourself. Idiot!