Letters to the Editor
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Cell Phones Are OK By Me
About 6 or 7 years ago, my car broke down in a crummy neighborhood. I had to walk to a friend's house and call AAA. Then, I walked back. 45 minutes later, I walked to my friend's house and asked when the hell the truck would arrive. They had not even paged a truck yet. I walked back to my car and sat in it and fell asleep for another 45 minutes. After AAA towed my car and dropped me off, at a very late hour, I meditated on my beater of a car. I could sink money into keeping it on the road, but it was at the point where it was breaking down every six months. I did not want to buy a new car. I did not want to find myself on 580 with no pay phone or friend in walking distance.
Faced with the expense of buying another car and getting a cell phone, I got a cell phone. The next time the car broke down, I got to sit in the car, listen to the radio and nag AAA.
Plus, it looked like Captain Kirk's communicator. I half expected Nichelle Nichols' mellifluous voice on the other end of the airwaves.
One funny thing about it is that I don't like nattering on it like Keillor. I guess I am not that old or that young.