High-tech turmoil
So I'm noodling around on the computer this past Saturday, when my bride asks me if I want to go yard sailing. Had to think for a minute; just about all of Briar Street was having yard sales. I was safely cocooned in front in my computer playing Words With Friends on Facebook, listening to Mozart. I'm at that stage in life where I could single-handedly throw the yard sale of the century. Oh well, happy wife, happy …
Some time ago I had left my lights on and my car had a dead battery. No problem, just pop the trunk with my key to get the cables. WRONG! Here I couldn't get into my trunk. Years of relying on the high-tech clicker made me oblivious to the fact my low-tech manual lock was broken. It's so easy to leave life to the microchip.
Metaphors be with you …
I was tempted to stay on my bum in front of this electronic seductress. I had forgotten the difference between high-tech and high touch. Glad wifey got me into actual reality instead of virtual reality that morning. Computers are a gift, but like any gift, they're meant to be used wisely. Had a great time, flapping my gums rather than tapping plastic. Picked up a DVD of two animated Dickens' Christmas Carols to add to my large collection.
God bless us, everyone!
John Hazel
Palmerton
