Relative Something

I do not have a smart phone. I have an antique, by today’s cell phone standards. It’s a couple of years old. I admit I am straggling in the slow lane of the cell phone superhighway. There are people in this country who have never even had one cell phone. I’ve had two. Three, if I count the replacement for the one that was lost when a thief stole my briefcase.

I’m pretty sure that kids today would consider it unthinkable to live without a cell phone. That shouldn’t be a surprise. They have grown up with cell phones. Their parents can remember when such a device was the science fiction of television’s Star Trek. It is a lot easier to live without a cell phone when you have already lived the most impressionable years of your life without one.

I wonder how quickly today’s kids, after they’ve grown past middle age, will adapt to the personal, hand-held ion-neutralizing scanning photon nebulizer anti-radiation healing beam devices with built-in satellite repositioning capabilities that will be all the rage. I’m sure they will have, long before that, stepped up to have their communication devices implanted inside their heads for the truly hands-free texting telepathy that will have become commonplace.