4 | 02:08AM Nov 20, 2008
4. This number has always had a certain significance to my family.
I have three siblings, all boys. Four of us. Throughout our childhood we all seemed to gravitate toward that number for some reason or another. One year when we were still playing Little League, my older brother Ty and I each chose 4 as our baseball number independently of the other and the digit stuck as the sought-after number for the family from that point forward. When the two of us finally got a chance to play on the same team during his final year in Legion ball, Ty took seniority and kept his number, while I settled for and eventually stuck with 24.
It was more than a baseball number though. I remember addressing the number in seemingly pointless yet strangely superstitious ways. For example, I recently came across a burned cd I had put together at some point in high school, and sure enough, the best song on the disc was track #4.
Now, I could get into the number's significance the number has in countless passwords and lock combinations, but I'd rather protect myself from the creepers out there.
And, I'm sure the other Paul boys can fill you in on other occurrences of the number in their/our lives.
In any case, there is a significance. So, when I was strolling around the empty parking garage with seemingly identically bare floors, it only made sense to stop on floor 4 and put this image together.
Besides, the other numbers just aren't as typographically appealing...
