Dear Grandson,
Consider my address book -- and yes, the simple fact that I have one already tells you a good deal about me. All the names, street addresses, email addresses, and phone numbers that matter to me are still on paper, not in a computer or on an iPhone, and it's not complicated to know what that means: I'm an old guy getting older. Going on 71, though I can hardly believe it. And that little book shows all the signs of where I'm headed. It wasn't true a few years ago, but if I start flipping through the pages now, I can't help but notice that the dead, with their addresses and phone numbers still beside them, are creeping up on the living, and that my little address book looks increasingly like a mausoleum. |