On 7.7.’77, I was sixteen, working at Publix in Cutler Ridge, FL. One of the bag boys, Ronny Paul, said today is 7.7.’77 and noted how many years it would be before we had 8.8.’88, and 9.9.’99 and now it’s 8.8.08. What’s in a number anyway? Here’s what I wrote in my diary on July 7, ’77. “Today is 7,7,’77 …