Pencil, not pen at that.
They gave me til next year to come up to the pen level of technology.

My antiquated cell is in the console of the truck in case I ever need it.

It does sadden me to see a couple out at dinner and both hare constantly tending to their cell phone(s) with little personal interaction.

Guess I have earned my title as curmudgeon by virtue of surviving this long.

It all started innocently enough...I was drinking Gatorade, just visiting with a friend, sitting out on his patio in the cool evening breeze.

Pretty soon, his wife and kids returned home from the movies.

Then, a cross-section of neighborhood rugrats showed up, plus one or two long-lost relatives, and suddenly a symphony of ring tones started sporadically going off, each playing it own distinctly syncopated sound.

If you think that's funny, you should have seen the looks on their faces when I said I didn't even have one.

A cell phone, I mean...

You'da thought I'd done broke wind.