I met a man who had a dream he'd had since he was twenty
I met that man when he was eighty-one He said too many
folks just stand and wait until the mornin',
Don't they know tomorrow never comes
And he would feel a new tomorrow coming on
And when he'd smile his eyes would twinkle up in thought
Now, everybody talks about a new world in the morning
New world in the morning takes so long
I sent my hippy brother in law , the gifted 79 yr old writer of non-cybernetic stuff (mostly in handwritten letters and short scribbled sketches kept on a bunch of yellow legal pads ) Margaret's last post. When I got no response , I calle d him.
He didnt read it because he doesnt read things on the computer, he said. Could you sent me a hard copy, he said. He would be delighted to read it under those conditions, he assured me. How am I doing, he asked.
I bit my tongue to prevent taunts of Luddite-ism. We had gone roundey round on that many times. He simply did not wish to use technology, it wasnt that he had anything against it. The Luddites, as I remember, smashed machinery. Or machine frames. They smashed them up good. But he's not a Luddite he's a Hippie, the king of the Hippies in fact.He doesnt smash computers he just never goes near one. Only rarely looks at a computer delivered photograph, even of his daughters or dear friends, and that only in a printout.
"Have you seen any good movies lately, " I said. "That's the reason I am calling, actually. We are always on the outlook for a good cinematic experience, sans kids. "
"You can always go to our theater's we b site, " he suggested helpfully, without a hint of irony. Then with a bit more pushing I got 3 or 4 professional quality film reviews of movies Margaret and I had already seen. I didnt let on. I just liked listening to him. I am glad he uses the phone.
Though as you may guess,only landlines...