Monday, March 15, 2010


The Ancient
Communication


Mark is on a business trip. He can Tweet me, Skype me, FaceBook me, text me or call me on his cell phone to my cell phone. The one thing the I know he won't do is call me from a landline at his hotel to our house phone.


In the olden days (1996?) I had the main number of every hotel where he stayed memorized. Atlanta Marriott? Check. Chicago Marriott? Check. I dutifully called, asked for him by name, and a kindly soul transferred my call to him.

This morning I snapped a darling photo of Bella in a new outfit and sporting braids and sent it via MMS to his cell.

The number you have reached...

3 comments:

春天來嚕 said...

I love readding, and thanks for your artical. ........................................

Ahvarahn said...

missed you. i'm catching up. see you have been doing some starsky & hutch.

be well,
p

fullsoulahead.com said...

You come up with the funniest photos! Ain't technology grand?