Same Old Problem – Different Day: “You’ve Got Text”
“My son, Isaac, called me on that danged telephone contraption today,” my great Grandfather said. “Why can’t he just come over here if he wants to talk with me? It’s only three towns away. Instead he expects me to hold that thing up to my ear like it’s natural or something.” Thus was the lament of my Great Grandpa Blackmer as he struggled with the changing times. I know exactly… Read More »Same Old Problem – Different Day: “You’ve Got Text”