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As my kids and I were driving somewhere, my cell phone was connected to the Blue Tooth device in the car.  The "hands free" technology allowed me to make a call, albeit on a speakerphone, that was audible throughout the car. I dialed (already an outdated verb in this instance) a telephone number through the Blue Tooth mechanism.  After placing the call, I reached a busy signal.  Funny, I thought to myself, I hardly reach a "busy" anymore.  When the droning busy signal was amplified throughout the car, my daughter in the back seat yelled, "What is that noise!?" "What do you mean, what noise?" I responded, thinking that something might have been wrong with the car. "That noise on your phone, what is that?" What!? Yes, that's right, my 11 year-old had never heard a busy signal in her life and had no idea what it could possibly be.  Wow.  I explained to her how things worked before "call-waiting" was invented.  It se...

I went to my local post office in Roslyn Village today to mail a magazine to my son while he is at sleep-away camp.  He's been gone for over five weeks so far.  Maybe I've mailed him three or four magazines, several letters, postcards and I've even sent some emails.  We've been in touch. So the man behind the counter recognized me today.  I sort of sighed when I handed him the envelope to affix the correct postage.  He glanced at the address on the package and then responded to that sigh by saying, "How many more weeks?  I guess you're tired of writing." I was so surprised by that comment.  I said, "Two more weeks, and no, actually I'm tired of him being away.  Seven weeks is a long time for a child to be away." He said, "Yeah, you're right.  It is." I know that the minute he is back, I will be back to whipping up snack (meals) at odd hours, driving him all over the place, doing his hockey laundry and coordinating his sc...