I realized on the way to work this morning just how dependent I've become on having my cell phone with me at all times. I was about halfway to work--just passing the Space Needle, actually--when I realized that most precious of all communication devices is at home. On my kitchen counter. *FREAK OUT* Heart-pounding, palms sweating, breath-catching...what will I do IF____? So I talked myself down from the ledge, reassured that I will make it through the day without my phone...just for today.
If I think hard enough, perhaps I can remember a time when I didn't have a cell phone...depending on the kindess of strangers, pay phones on every corner and a pocket full of change. Those were the days...when phones had cords and we paid for things with bills and coins. Oh the irony that I am blogging about this!
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To think ... all the travel I did without a cell phone by my side! How naive those days were. Oh' my goodness, and the misfortune of the cannibalization of the ‘borrowed’ 1969 Chevelle, America’s Muscle car, at the border between "freedom" and "I'm in deep shit!" Ha, the love to go back now :-)
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