I have a cell phone. Actually, I’ve had several cell phones. It’s a love-hate relationship.
First of all, it’s something I only marginally need. I got along fine without one for probably 45 years. I still go out and forget to carry it with me, even though it’s not even the size of a pack of cigarettes. I go forever without getting a call on mine and when I do it’s 50-50% that it’s a wrong number. Continue Reading…