After seven long years of resisting a cell phone, I have given in.  Yes, as my job as called me ever more into the field, it has become more of a necessity than a perceived nuisance.  Stop the presses, with my addition, now everyone in America officially owns a cell phone.

Yes for seven long years, I staunchly resisted the idea of a cell phone.  More than anything, I did not want to become that annoying guy, who is chatting too loud in the grocery store, but my societal obligations have finally made my resistance silly.  Plus, my wife has promised to only text me in the grocery store.  I can live with that.

For the record, I have not always been a staunch neo-luddite.  Although the thought of a “Google” car gives me the creeps, I was actually up-to-speed with a coolio Palm Pilot in 1999.  I even knew the shorthand.  I was something.  Now I live in a world, where my sausage fingers are almost too large to operate my new machine.

Well, any who (an old man phrase?), today was a big day.  Sitting at a train crossing in Clearwater, Minnesota, I witnessed a boy in a hot dog costume promoting food sales at a butcher shop’s outdoor grill.  Snap.  Photo.  Mission accomplished.  I had added to the general wealth of societal knowledge.  Maybe this whole “Welcome to 2015 thing” is going to work out okay for me.  Maybe.

A boy.  A hot dog costume.  A photo opportunity too good to pass up.  Welcome to the modern world, Mr. Paulsen.  We have been waiting for you.

My new Smart Phone and Me.  I like to call him “Fred.”  I appreciate the fact that he has made a button for my blog.  We are beginning to grow on one another.  Can true love be too far behind?