The world of technology as we know it today was still in its infancy, but it still touched the life of a very young boy.
He knew a little about Alexander Graham Bell and his phone, and was told that Dick Tracy was about to tell his comic book world about his handheld radio.
But the youngster felt from the start that he wasn’t meant to be among those deeply entangled in the impending invasion of high technology.
As mentioned in this column, his mother loved telling others about her little boy’s preference of looking through the openings in the back of the radio in hopes of seeing some of the people talking about all this and all that music play.
That was a long time ago, and it is still difficult for him to understand how a person’s voice could be picked up by one wireless phone and sent to another wireless phone hundreds or thousands of kilometers away.
And it’s getting more and more complicated.
It was strange enough when I could push a button in my car from a block away and my garage door opened. And it didn’t do my anti-tech brain much good if I could press another button on my car key and lock the doors and sound the horn to let me know the doors were locked.
But long before that, I went to my grandmother’s house in Pellville and watched my Uncle Millard listen to his radio, which ran on a car battery. I didn’t tell my uncle, but there must be people in that radio cabinet – little people at least.
It was like that then and it is still like that today. While it is embarrassing for an older man to admit this, my inability to understand the latest advances in technology leaves me frustrated.
Yes, I realize I touched this on in a previous column, but a lot has materialized since that time.
You’d think the industry is trying to catch up with an old man, but no, it just storms ahead with more impossibilities while I try to operate a cell phone.
Some so-called friends of mine laugh every time they see my cell phone as they get older, but why waste money on a new one when the one I have hasn’t broken in yet.
Shoot, my grandson AJ, called me on Father’s Day from his ship docking in a distant foreign port and I heard every word he said on his old phone. But that happened in my left ear and not my right.
Anyway, it’s been a lot of columns since I first wrote some of this stuff, and the splash of technology has now turned into a downpour.
I just sit back and pretend I know what is going on and when it is time for me to knock on those heavenly gates, I must ask forgiveness for stupidity.