I have a smart phone. I know that it has a camera and microphone. I know that it captures all my information: what I’m saying (or ranting about), where I’m going, and where I am. It’s a nifty tracking device. I don’t always carry it with me. As my son says, “You never have your phone on you.” Sometimes I do and sometimes I don’t. As I told him, “When we were kids and teens, we were gone sometimes all day and no one knew where we were or when we were coming home. When we went driving we didn’t have a phone on us in case of emergencies. You just trusted you’d get to your destination in one piece and without mishap.” He still thinks that’s crazy. I feel sorry for folks who can’t leave the house without it.
“When we went driving we didn’t have a phone on us in case of emergencies. You just trusted you’d get to your destination in one piece and without mishap.”
Yes, It really bothers me now that I forget my phone and get a tinge of panic. And only a couple miles from home. I used to be like you described, roaming all over creation without a phone and without undue concern. Bikes, cars, motorcycles, even an airplane.