This afternoon it happened again, and this time I called right back and got his voicemail. It was Grey Barr's son-in-law, who had my cell phone number from when they were coming down for the hockey game at the end of January. I left a message, so hopefully he'll figure out why his phone keeps calling me (I may be first in his phonebook alphabetically; that's what happened with
gettingshitdone a year or two ago) and make it stop. 