A mere two weeks ago, I finally purchased a smart phone. Moving from the old fashioned flip- phone that fit snuggly in my pocket to the new bigger model that doesn’t fit in any of pocket I own has been quite an adjustment for me. We bought this mini-miracle in Richmond, Virginia, when we went up for Josh’s graduation.
Back at his house, we sat down for a quick tutorial on the care and use of this new phone. He set up various apps, explaining his actions as he went. Soon I was checking emails, playing Words with Friends, and checking postings on Facebook. I sent my friends texts and assorted pictures, amazing myself at my progress.
“What about the GPS app?” I asked.
I had been fascinated as I’d watched him speak to his phone and then listen to its response. We were going to Croaker’s Spot, a popular Richmond restaurant, and didn’t know the way. Josh said to the phone, “Croaker’s Spot,”
Immediately, a feminine voice responded with directions—very specific directions, that is.
“Go right on Church Street for .9 of a mile. Turn left on Pine.”
The voice continued, waiting as her instructions were accomplished, and then continued with the next leg of the journey. Soon we were parked in front of the restaurant.
He also spoke to Mr. Google, the genius who lives inside the computer and knows everything. I, too, wanted a conversing phone, so I paid close attention as he explained the mysterious ways of this little black computer.
On the way home on Amtrak, I took out the phone to get more acquainted with it. I explored various apps, toyed with the camera, and sent Josh a text to say we were finally homeward bound in spite of a rather lengthy delay.
Suddenly the phone started ringing. Lights and red and green circles were flashing at me. Larry moved his eyes away from his book to look me askance.
“Aren’t you going to answer it?” he asked.
I touched various icons on the screen, including the screaming green phone receiver with the circles radiating from it. Nothing happened.
“I don’t know how,” I replied.
“Do you know how to lower the volume?”
“Yes, I do know how to do that,” I replied.
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