But
still! Big, heavy industrial handsets and bases, in black only, with huge
rotary dials and fabric wrapped cords. Plus it wasn’t enough just to have the
unit. It had to be housed in an
appropriate little alcove or nook with a kitchen stool at the ready and writing
implements close at hand because talking was some serious business.
Now
shuffle on over to instant and ubiquitous communication options. And while some
calls may involve sitting in one place for the duration of a call, it doesn’t
have much to do with clean kitchens and ruffled gingham aprons. This
leaves me with a couple of cell phone threads to tie back into my original
story.
A
few years ago, my nephew got really mad at my mom. So in retaliation he put her
cell phone on silent. After a week of
assuming her phone was no longer functional, she went in to buy a new one. The kid at the counter turned her ringer back
on and all was well.
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We
recently had a scandal at one of the Junior High Schools. (Thankfully not the
one my kid attends.) There was an epidemic of kids snapping photos of their
junk and then floating it out on the digital sea. Who would have possibly
guessed that kids, at the age of little impulse control, poor social skills and
getting slammed around by a tidal wave of hormones may not make discretion the
better part of valor?
However,
what is really disturbing, it appears that a disproportionate number of
congress men and senators have the same deficit in foresight and planning as
the Junior High kids. Coincidence? I think not.
So,
back to the demonic possession of my cell phone – tomorrow!
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