*FOR A GOOD LAUGH......This is for the over 50 generation:*

[Guest guest]

*FOR A GOOD LAUGH......This is for the over 50 generation:*I thought about the 30-year business I ran with 1800 employees, all withouta Blackberry that played music, took videos, pictures and communicated withFacebook and Twitter.I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my 7 kids, theirspouses, 13 grandkids and 2 great grandkids could communicate with me in themodern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter withonly 140 characters of space.That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree,Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix andsomething that sends every message to my cell phone and every other programwithin the texting world.My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everythingexcept the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready tolive like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lostevery now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep thatin a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it's red] phone I amsupposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at and Noble talking to my wife as everyone in the nearest 50 yards wasglaring at me. Seems I have to take my hearing aid out to use it, and I gota little loud.I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside wasthe most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-ul-ating". You would thinkthat she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She wouldlet go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light.Then when I would make a right turn instead, it was not good.When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of thecross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy,the GPS lady, at least she loves me.To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordlessphones in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still haven'tfigured out how I can lose 3 phones all at once and have run around diggingunder chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty laundry basketswhen the phone rings.The world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up everytime I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle onsomething themselves but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time I checkout just knocks me for a loop. I bought some of those cloth reusable bags toavoid looking confused, but I never remember to take them in with me.Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?" I justsay, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual." Then it's their turn tostare at me with a blank look.I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, No, but I do toot a lot."