I Use a Dinosaur Cell Phone

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?

But 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.