“Out with the New” I say!
There’s no way you can convince me that even the sexiest email is more romantic than a love letter that arrives in my mailbox. (Plus there’s no danger of getting a call from the IT guy if you get a steamy letter.)
I’ve long been a proponent of all things old-fashioned, but a recent visit to an Apple store really freaked me out. What is all that stuff? Do we need it? I’m probably the only person you’ll ever meet who doesn’t have an iPod. If I had my way, you’d find a turntable in my living room with a collection of vinyl albums by artists like Modern Jazz Quartet, Frank Sinatra, and Ella Fitzgerald.
Somewhere deep inside you, don’t you yearn for the simple things too? Don’t you miss the old-fashioned ring of a telephone? Don’t you prefer that to a cell phone that blares Nickelback when someone calls. While I will admit to having dumped my land line years ago, my cell phone is just a phone. It doesn’t need to take pictures or give me turn by turn directions like a GPS. It doesn’t need to tell me where the nearest Chinese food restaurant is, or the score of the Celtic’s game. It doesn’t need to play music or videos. It just needs to let me talk to people. It’s a phone!
I know I sound like a curmudgeon, but I think there’s still value in the way things used to be. I think simpler is better. I’m not opposed to yielding to technology but I’ll only do it if it really makes my life easier. I’m willing to change, but not just for the sake of the acquiring the latest gadget. After all, I don’t write these stories on a manual typewriter! And I’ve long ago thrown out that crusty bottle of white out.