The End Of An Era
I never owned a tv set and seldom watched one until I was something like 51. If I was at someone’s house and the thing was on, I might follow the program, unless there was a more interesting magazine handy. But as far as I was concerned, I could (and did) live without it for many years, perhaps 34.
So the day I decided there were many good cable channels with educational value, I bought a 13” set and carefully chose which, if any, programs I would watch that evening. One of my friends dropped by, saw the tv and said, “It’s the end of an era.” I was the only person he knew who did not watch television.
It may be the end of another era. Today, I finally bought a cell phone. Not anything fancy, just a low-tech TracFone with a small amount of minutes until I get an idea of how I will be using it. Sparingly, I can tell you right now. It has turned out that I need to be in touch with one or two people at odd times when I am not near my home phone.
I have 70 minutes for the next 60 days. That should be plenty, as I’m not planning to be one of those people who walk along the sidewalk chatting away about, well, whatever people chat about as they walk along. Don’t call; I’m not giving out my number.
Everybody has a story.
Marie Weir passed away at 94 this week. “She volunteered her time as an Air Raid Warden and hostess for the troop trains out of Kingston (PA) Train Station.”
So the day I decided there were many good cable channels with educational value, I bought a 13” set and carefully chose which, if any, programs I would watch that evening. One of my friends dropped by, saw the tv and said, “It’s the end of an era.” I was the only person he knew who did not watch television.
It may be the end of another era. Today, I finally bought a cell phone. Not anything fancy, just a low-tech TracFone with a small amount of minutes until I get an idea of how I will be using it. Sparingly, I can tell you right now. It has turned out that I need to be in touch with one or two people at odd times when I am not near my home phone.
I have 70 minutes for the next 60 days. That should be plenty, as I’m not planning to be one of those people who walk along the sidewalk chatting away about, well, whatever people chat about as they walk along. Don’t call; I’m not giving out my number.
Everybody has a story.
Marie Weir passed away at 94 this week. “She volunteered her time as an Air Raid Warden and hostess for the troop trains out of Kingston (PA) Train Station.”
posted by Tom Carten at 11:34 PM
1 Comments:
The only reason K and I have one cell phone is for emergencies or if we are traveling, K taking the kiddies to the braces doctor in Scranton, or checking in at home to see what K or I may have forgot at the store. Don't use it all the time as our minutes roll over to the next month.
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