I just told a friend a day or two ago that
it's our generation that has witnessed
the most diverse changes in technology.
Of course, this has been written about
ad nauseam, so no need to repeat. Still,
I can't help but remember a couple of
things that impacted my life. I was about
five when we got the first phone for our
family (no borrowing the land lady's any
more). It was a god-awful yellow thing
that hung on the wall. As a party line,
you had to wait for the rings to play out
so you'd know if the call was for you or
for a neighbor. I was allotted one, three-
minute call an evening, hence my intro
into first-grade phoning. Ug! You just
had to have been there. I can remember
playing that I was talking on the phone by
holding the button down and chattering
away. Such innocence. Obviously, now
I have a rather small one that fits in the
palm of my hand. Funnily enough, I still
have minutes available from when I got
it several years ago. Guess I just never
got used to it . . . but do love me some
e-mail . . . write any time!
communication
too many ways now
write me a letter.
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