I feel a
little less worried about the fate of the free world after a weekend visit by
my seven-year-old grandson. I’ll explain in a moment.
I did all of
the things that grandpas do. I took him to work here on Saturday. He seemed
much more interested in the technology than the trade. I tucked him in with
stories of Stan Musial and on Saturday we rode around on my Kawasaki Mule, used
a chain saw and went fishing. All fit
for Norman Rockwell imagery.
But I could
never fully become as interesting as my I-phone. It is disturbing to me that I
spend an average of 3 hours a day on my phone, mostly doing business. But kids
today spend way more time than that peering at technology.
I played
baseball at the local sandlot. Sometimes I even played soldier with make
believe guns.
There’s no
“make believe” any more. Carson goes on-line with his neighborhood friends.
They work as a team to shoot animated AR-15s to take out everything from
invading terrorists….to ghouls.
I used to
shoot make-believe Germans with a broomstick. And I’m German.
It makes
grandpaw-ing much more difficult for me than it ever was for my grandfather. I
can’t compete with the technology in my pocket. And I likely have grandkids
that haven’t even been born yet. That means I will have to boost my WIFI to
have a prayer.
Imagine. As
I said, I took Carson fishing. He just couldn’t understand my fascination with
watching a bobber….when he could be shooting lasers through a zombie.
So I’m not
too worried about our country’s future security….from terrorists…or the undead.
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