Sea Change

    Okay so I’m making arrangements with a caterer for an upcoming Rotary fundraiser, and the assistant tells me she’ll send an e-mail later with the menu and the prices.  All she needs me to do is text her my e-mail address. 

    “I don’t text,” I say.  I know, texting is no big deal.  I’m tech savvy and game for anything, but I don’t text because I feel just a little bit too plugged in already.  It’s a little screen-free bubble I’ve made for myself. 

    I say, “I’ll tell it to you now and you can write it down.”

     “No,” she says,” I don’t have anything to write with.”

     Now she’ll call me later and we’ll work it out but for a moment in time, there we were, stumped.    No electronic device, no pencil.  Scary!