Updating to the outdated . . . .

Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2015 15:52:23 -0500
From: “N.A. Booko”
Subject: Updating to the outdated . . . .

About five years ago, I took the big plunge and bought a cell phone. Mind you, the style of the one I bought was on its way out. It was a track phone, small, opens and does not take pictures- and of course it doesn’t send pictures. One cannot do texting on it with out cursing. It has served me well, but I have come to regret not being able to take pictures. You are nothing if you don’t ‘selfie’ and send. I have dropped, stepped on, and lost my little marvel several times. But it still serves the purpose.

A couple of weeks ago, I noticed it was not holding the charge it once did. Finding a battery in my neck of the woods is a problem. And, too, I always forget to look for one when I am out and about. Last week, while talking to a friend, we got on to cell phones- He had one of those modern big brick shaped things that talks, walks and probably bakes muffins if you force it to. I explained to him, my phone in hand, how old it was and how I dreaded trying to update.

Actually I had no intention of buying a new phone- I don’t have that much use for the newer contraptions- but- A couple of days ago, I was in the P.T.A. Thrift shop, where they had a small box on the counter, with ‘old’ cellphones similar to mine. Priced at one dollar each. I thought to myself, it would be an opportunity to examine something a little newer, without committing myself. I picked out one, very similar, but newer looking than mine. Without really paying much attention to it, I put in on the windowsill and forgot it.

Some time later, it occurred to me that possibly the battery from the new purchase would fit the old phone? Actually, the battery numbers were the same. And to my utter shock and amazement, the newer phone actually had a camera that worked. I still don’t have the nerve to change the sim cards. I hate walking through fire.

N.A. Booko

N.A. Booko lives, writes in Chatham county and thought by some to be a real phone-ee.