Yes, I'm an old fart, but there's hope

With all the new technology and applications available today, I'm starting to understand how my father (83 years old) felt just a few years ago when he adamantly said, "I don't want a computer in my house." My brother and I dragged him, figuratively kicking and screaming, into the computer age and he now communicates via email with all his family and friends. Of course, email is the only thing he'll ever do with his computer, but it was a giant leap nonetheless.



For me, texting... who needs it, iphone... too complicated and expensive. MySpace, Facebook, Twitter... don't have time, don't need the headache. At least that's the way I feel now. Who knows? Maybe in a few years when today's technology is becoming obsolete, I'll be dragged, figuratively kicking and screaming, into using some new-fangled, gee-whiz, techno-gadget.



Today, I enter the blog community. Let's just be satisfied with that for now. Admittedly, one of my reasons is to keep up with the thoughts of at least two of my kids. Sorry kids, hope this doesn't spoil it for you.



Yes, I'm an old fart, but there's hope.