I was walking to the post office this week when the crossing guard showed me her cellphone.
It showed a "Hi, Gram" text message.
"Where does she live?" I asked.
Upstate, she said. She was beaming.
"It makes you feel good," she said, turning her attention to the drivers barely in control of their vehicles and their impulses.
We oldsters often talk about the new breed who start flicking their thumbs in social situations, when families used to sit around and talk.
But the phones have their moments, particularly at holidays.
One of our grand-daughters now lives a mile away; she texts us all the time, sometimes with her latest photograph.
Anjali often sees things nobody else sees -- utility wires, somehow blue, outside her house, on a day of slush.
has filed an interview with, of all people, me.
It's on his blog. (Just past photo of rat!) My thanks for his interest. GV
David Vecsey's sweet tale of distant love before the Web, now NYT Podcast, narrated by Griffin Dunne. Please see: