Walk into any mall in the country and you will see teenagers - or younger - walking around oblivious to their surroundings. They are looking down pushing buttons on their telephone talking to friends (oops, that's texting). Probably to those who are walking with them . . .
We saw four young people in a restaurant recently, each with a hand held device, talking to each other at the same time they were texting someone else.
We're not sure how they were keeping up with it all!
But the younger generation grew up with such devices. The older - 55 and up - generation remembers when Dick Tracy called for help on his wrist radio. Something meant for science fiction, not real life.
Today we made a telephone call to our mother. Nothing really unusual. Just checking on her health and to see how she was feeling following a nasty fall.
She was thrilled to death!
I'm so glad you called, she said. I'm didn't know if I could operate my new 'phone or not.
It was just yesterday that she purchased her first cellular telephone. The first day was spent calling her children (and anyone else she could think of) to let them know of her new trek into the technological world of modern times.
She likes calls, but says she is still learning how to operate the device that requires no attachment to a telephone jack.
"I have to remember that after I flip it up I still have to say 'hello'."
Sometimes, its the simple things.
