I do remember. The phone number was the same, except there was a letter difference at the end. My phone number ended in W. My friend, across the corner had the same number ending in J. The teenaged guy across the street had the same number, and I forget what his letter was. We used to listen to him talk with his buddies and with his girlfriend. He was a total joke!
My cousin, Mrs Stingy Cheap, was on the very last existing party line in the whole city. She hated it that this other party was always on the phone, but she wasn't about to cough up the extra to have a private line. Also, she kept her old rotary dial phone. I think that remained phone company property, leased to her. Once, she asked me about my sleek cordless phone. Did the phone company have to fix it when it broke? No? Then what would I do if it quit? I told her I'd go buy another one, phones aren't that expensive. Not her, boy! She wanted one that the phone company had to take care of!
That's the same lady who asked me how often I had to clean out the garbage from my disposal.. You DON'T??? Where does the garbage go, then? I explained it gets ground up fine and goes down the drain. I needed to put orange peel down there now and then to keep it smelling sweet. So, she decided not to get one. She didn't like oranges, wouldn't waste the money to get one, just to throw down the drain.