Doesn't Sound So Bad to Me

My autistic son, who is given to hyperbole, was upset when he learned that his mother left her portable phone charger on an airplane and probably wouldn't be getting it back. "Now your phone and computer are going to run down and you'll have to write letters by hand and read newspapers!"

Sounded pretty good to me.

I sometimes miss those days, and I also miss learning the important events by watching Walter Cronkite on CBS evening news. And I miss when we would all gather around the TV to watch a particular episode of a particular show. At the same time. I even, admittedly rarely, miss the excitement of hunting around for a phone booth.

But I'm not the Luddite that some gen-X and millenial people presume I must be. Like the physical therapist who handed me a printout of the exercises I need to do for my shoulder, and added, "I don't know how comfortable you are with the Internet, but you can also get more information from the website." I might have as many bookmarked websites as he does (if that's the right terminology).

I'd've hit him with my cane if I had one.