Cell phones and stupidity

Cell phones and stupidity
Cell phones might make us stupid?

Traveling light
There’s always one last experience that seems to eclipse every other traveling experience. Seeing family that I don’t get to see very often or for that matter one cousin I haven’t seen in the longest time, and getting a chance to chat and catch up is just amazing.

Then there’s always that embarrassing question, too, “What do **you** do for a living?” Like, what’s your career? How do you make a bundle of money with which, you’re supposed to purchase joy?

First off, I did get to grind a few of my cousins for the fact that we were out late on Saturday night, and I did buy them a round of drinks. A pint of some kind of ale for one, a “Dirty Mother” for another, me? I had water, not being much of a drinking man these days, and I sat back and listened. Observed. **And** I went to church, proforma, de facto, and quid pro quo. Matter of fact, one of the pastors at that church had a message the way I like to hear it delivered. Maybe I should go and be a preacher. Then again, maybe not.

With some family, I danced around the question, others are fully aware of what I do. Personally, I think it’s a good hook for the “pontification” gene, and that one pastor’s message? What I liked the most was the way it was presented. Told her so. Fortunately, my simple, five-pointed star wasn’t visible. Don’t want to rock the boat too much, not when I’m trying to be on best behavior.

I was wearing a flannel shirt over a Hank III T-shirt, and by the time I’d finally landed in Austin, I’d shed the flannel. So weird, it was autumn in Aspen, with some trees already going to fall colors. Same for the great Northwest. But here? It’s still summer with a vengeance.

So that one weird thing? Austin airport, me, much worse for 12 or more hours in airports, and some guy comes up to me, asks me about Hank III, while we were waiting on baggage to spit out onto the conveyor belt. Then he lets it drop that he’s a Sagittarius. I stopped, dug around in my wallet then my carry on, looking for that last business card I had with me.