This morning as I sat in Starbucks reading the world news on my iPhone, checking basketball scores, texting my daughter about getting together, ordering tickets for an upcoming comedy show, and getting a text confirming an afternoon visit from a repairman, I thought back to when I went to college and med school in the sixties and seventies.
NONE of the above would have been possible without going home and using my landline, standing in a phone booth, or buying a morning paper. And coffee? There were restaurants scattered here and there, but who ever went for just a coffee? And for me, Starbucks and Peet’s brew excellent Java. Plus they have great little tables, decent jazz playing, and a chance to sit and think and write.
Well, there’s one thing that the Sixties and Seventies has over now. The name Trump wasn’t plastered and projected everywhere. He was just a young man being trained to lie and cheat by his father. Sorry, I couldn’t help it. The man’s influence on our world horrifies me.
Oh well, nothing in life is perfect. Maybe I’ll get a refill of Verona blend.
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