I consider myself a work in progress and have ceased my war with technology, high, low or anywhere in between.

I consider myself a work in progress and have ceased my war with technology, high, low or anywhere in between. 

For instance I have finally accepted the fact cell phones just might be here to stay. I can’t leave the house without the damn thing.

I realize just how creaky I have become when I remember my grandparents’ wall mounted, hand-cranked instrument that looked like something out of the Waltons.

It boasted a receiver that looked like a rhino horn, but conducted sound very well. When it was off the hook one could talk to neighbours connected to the same “party” line.

This was a rural part of the world, farm and woods dotted with small villages and any form of communication that wasn’t verbal or written was a handy thing to have. 

An then........

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