it's good we die
That is the essential wisdom of old age.
My mother was born on a farm and used an outhouse for the first dozen years of her life. Now she's pushing ninety and can't quite figure out how to use the computer, though she tries, gamely. And before that, her mother, born in 1885, had to stop going to department stores because she simply couldn't figure out how to get on an escalator.
A friend of mine recently confessed that he was terrified of cell phones and i-pods and every other electronic gadget he didn't understand.
It seems like for most people there just comes a time when the next change is one change too many and it's time to get out of the way.
My mother was born on a farm and used an outhouse for the first dozen years of her life. Now she's pushing ninety and can't quite figure out how to use the computer, though she tries, gamely. And before that, her mother, born in 1885, had to stop going to department stores because she simply couldn't figure out how to get on an escalator.
A friend of mine recently confessed that he was terrified of cell phones and i-pods and every other electronic gadget he didn't understand.
It seems like for most people there just comes a time when the next change is one change too many and it's time to get out of the way.
posted by patrickhenry at 9:56 AM
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