As I walked through my living room, as I seldom do these days, I noticed a picture on my shelf. It's a snapshot of a thinner me. Also in the picture is a gentleman in a crisp Cingular logo button down. We're both smiling...Not that fake smile that is usually captured with a digital flash, but a genuine, "I'm glad to be here" toothy grin. Odd halos of smoke, frozen forever in time, stand above our heads. His hand is perched on a carafe of golden beer. The glaring neon of a Budweiser sign casts a tinge of blood red across the table.

Cingular has been defunct for nearly four years now (It lost it's own name in the merger of 2005.) And I don't remember his name, (Probably due to the obvious involvement of alcohol...)but I wonder, where is he today?