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Can You Hear Me Now?

There is no doubting we like our phones. Or is it the camera that comes with it, or the apps that we play with? I got a new phone last week and I have to admit they have come a long way since those early cell phones 10 years ago. At that time we were just happy to be able to connect in case of an emergency. back then I didn't have one but was supplied with a company phone since I was on call throughout the month. Now, we can connect to the internet, our email account and Facebook. We can watch baseball games, check the stock market and play all kinds of games.
We have now reached the point at which phones are smarter than some owners. I didn't know how to answer my new phone for a week. And I won't even mention my total inability to deal with voicemail. I can't seem to get it to just ring. It seems to want to sound like a drop of water plinking into water for new messages. I've just about given up so if I don't answer, it's not that I am away, or ignoring; it's just as likely I don't hear it or know how to answer it. Huh. I can use it as a level, see what constellations are in the night sky, use it as a crazy 8 ball, flashlight, bar scanner, strobe light, it can tell me where i parked my car, police siren and a thousand other things, but think i can use it as a phone, now that's tough.
There was a time when a young man who had to spend time in Victoria's Secret would keep their eyes on the skimpy panties, colorful bras and pretty store staffers. Now we can get all that and more on our phones. This is Drew who must be checking NCAA basketball scores?
We went to Cody's for a birthday supper and before we were seated had some time to wait. In this picture there are 7 people. All the young ones, including the photographer, were busy with their phones.

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