It turns out that SIM cards break just like everything else, I suppose. So after reading countless articles on line and making a fruitless visit to a Verizon store in Clayton, I chatted with a faceless Verizon representative today who was actually quite helpful. "The easiest way to check the SIM would be to try the SIM card from the other phone." suggested Gini. "OK," I chatted back, "I can try that," but I told her I did not have the little SIM Card Removal Tool that the woman in the Verizon store had used earlier. "You don't need a tool to pop it open," Gini said. "An earring, or paperclip will work, too." I had already found that my colored, plastic-covered paperclips did not work. So I rummaged around in my desk drawer and found this little costume-jewelry brooch, which brought back wonderful memories, so fitting as we near the end of 2016:
I had forgotten that this little keepsake was in my desk. My Mom, who died four years ago this coming January, had it carefully packed away among her things, with a hand-lettered note saying that my brother Fred had brought it back from Sicily on his first "Med" cruise. Fred was a Marine, and so this little brooch reminded me of him, too.
And it popped the little drawer in the side of Martha's iPhone open immediately, as if it had been designed for that purpose, a purpose utterly unimaginable in 1964.
The new SIM card is on its way via FedEx. Thanks, Fred - Semper Fi. And thanks, Mom.
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