I’d like to tell you about my first cell phone – an ancient cell phone by today’s standards. And no, it wasn’t an iPhone or a Galaxy. It was a Motorola comparable in size and weight to an old military Geiger counter. And no, I didn’t carry it around. It was mounted in my car below the center console. And no, it wasn’t hands-free. It came equipped with a very short 18” cord that kinked my neck every time I used it. Spartan by today’s technological standards, I was elated with my first cell phone. I could literally run appointments all day long without stopping at pay phones along the way to retrieve my messages. I was now connected to …
