I’m an old man and the ease of email and texting is a marvel to me, more so than to you kids, until I notice the time I spend daily erasing emails and texts from various noble causes and Nancy Pelosi and AOC and other Democrats asking for money, which I don’t even read, the first few words, “I’m sorry to bother you” or “This is important” or “Please don’t erase,” tell me what’s up, so I click on the trashcan icon and they’re gone. But it takes a lot of time. I probably could’ve finished reading Moby-Dick in the time it takes, if I wanted to, which I don’t. But anyway.
I marvel at using my cellphone as a video camera. I’m on tour in December and I record Heather Masse and me singing, “I’m lonesome for my precious children, they live so far away,” in sweet duet and send it to my daughter along with me telling the joke, “How do chickens pick their noses? With chicken fingers.”
