Last night at a gathering of people, I heard someone mention that her low-tech cell phone couldn't receive group texts. I flashed my own cell phone, showing off.
My phone is about ten years old.
It has a screen. It rings when someone calls. I carry it for
emergencies. Mostly I use a real land line.
I know, I know. Isn't that quaint?
I have a sense of pride about it. I know what is important for my
creativity, and what isn't. Being comfortable with my tools hearkens
back to an earlier time, like this lovely ad I came across.
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