When I was born, the hand-cranked Model T Ford was the standard mode of transportation. Radio was a crystal and an earphone. Televison and Airlines did not exist. A computer was a circular slide-rule.
Yet, this morning, as this child of the twentieth century sat writing an e-mail to be transmitted instantly and wirelessly to friend, he was interrupted by a message on his computer.
"Hi, Grandfather, are you at your computer?"
"Yes. Where are you?"
"I'm on the bus on the way to the airport."
"You can IM me from the bus?"
"On my cell phone. The typing is very slow."
Yes, I guess it is. You have to punch the ten keys multiple times to get the letter you want to send, and you have to spell it out letter by letter. I was flabbergasted. What century is this? I am living in a future I could never imagined when I was young.
People send mail from the bus. People take a bus to the airport to take a two week vacation in Europe. In Europe they cross UNDER English channel to attend a concert as casually as we used to go uptown to the Music Hall. And what do they see? They see their Dad giving a concert that he has flown to from U.S.A.
My Son-in-law is taking a weekend off work to give a single concert in England. Later this year my daughter is going to England to conduct a week-end seminar in water color painting.
Has the world really shrunk that much? I guess it has Last night my daughter and I played a word game online with a grandmother in Australia. It was already Thursday there. Time has shrunk as well.
Did I mention that Scrabble hadn't been invented yet, when I was born?