February 18, 2025

My Dad would be turning over in his grave (just an expression, people). He brought home a new fangled invention to show his family – a voice recorder. Yup, you speak into this box, and your voice will be recorded on this wire that runs from spool to spool. Wow! Our jaws drop in awe. But then something snaps, the spools go double fast, then triple, then quadruple and then, snap! Whirr, whirr, whirr and we end up with a handful of tangled wire that resembles a SOS pot scrubber without the soap.

Fast forward to yesterday. A young man comes to my door with greetings from Grandaughter in New York and upon leaving takes a selfie. Before he has left the premises the picture has gone to New York, Boston, New Hampshire, Connecticut, Florida, California, Indiana and back to me. Imagine that, Dad! I’m full of wonder. Wonderful.