I’m sorry. Were you talking while I was texting?
The email quoted Albert Einstein as saying: “I fear the day when the technology overlaps with our humanity. The world will only have a generation of idiots.”
I don’t know if Mr. Einstein really said that, but my friend’s note on the email said: “Old Albert was right; look at us now.”
I admire all the multi-tasking going on now, the instant communications and all, but even my 17-year-old grandson—who can and does make his smart phone work wonders, somewhat constantly—enjoyed the email and photos. “You know,” he said, “that is spot on.”
Perhaps someday children will be born with two huge thumbs, only one ear (for the music plug), tunnel vision, and tiny vocal chords that will be called on only in dire emergencies.
But I’m glad I got here when I did, experienced what I’ve experienced, enjoyed the company and conversation of a lot of wonderful characters and friends, and spent mucho time and dinero on sports and recreation in the sunshine.
This just in: state troopers are cracking down on speeders heading into Dallas. For the first offense, they give you two Cowboy game tickets. If you get stopped a second time, they make you use them.
The Cowboys are like possums. They play dead at home and get killed on the road.
Difference between the Cowboys and a dollar bill? You can get four quarters out of a dollar bill.