I can definitely identify with this person's beleagurement (is that a word, LOL?) and think most of us can no matter the age... hard too keep up with 'stuff'! BE SURE TO READ ALL THE WAY TO THE END... RE: Rambling thoughts from an Electronically Challenged over-50 Man Things are spiraling out of control. I think I have become lost in a world of electronic madness. One of my sons informed me this week that my cell phone has become obsolete and I MUST head down to the Cell Phone store and get a phone that is up to date. I pointed out that the fancy Razor/Slim line phone with camera built-in that he made me trade my perfectly good flip-top Motorola cell phone for 2 years ago still works perfectly fine. Well, except for the camera thing. Never could figure that out. Even the few times I actually did take pictures I couldn't figure what to do with them and gave up. That is, except when I would push the wrong button and take a video of the ceiling or my feet. I also have an issue with texting. I am unable to text with the tiny little 3 character buttons. "Hi, son," would come out looking like, "Gh Qmo." My grandkids have even spoken to my wife about Poppa's crazy text messages. Give me a break. Whatever happened to actually TALKING on a phone? Isn't that what they were invented for? They want me to get one of those phones that you can turn upside down and sideways and has a typewriter keyboard with keys about 1/8th the size of my pinky finger. One day I went fishing with my youngest of four sons, whose legal occupation is a realtor, although in my opinion his real occupation is fly fishing. ("I'm proud of you, son." Or in my text language, "Xbz umtlo fg iph, rmo.") We were floating the Yakima River in his guide-quality boat south of Ellensburg, Washington . We were miles from anything remotely resembling civilization. Rock canyon walls were on either side of us. Bear with me as I try to explain this strange thing. His "Blackberry" rang. (It was blue, and, when he first got it and proudly showed it to me, I asked him why it wasn't called a 'Blueberry'. He shook his head with that "dealing with an elder" despair look I get a lot these days.) The call was from another realtor who called to say that the sellers he represented had agreed to my son's client's changes and he had the signed documents in hand. My son told him to fax the papers to his office and he would get them signed and faxed back, to close the deal that morning. A minute later the phone rang and he hit a few buttons and looked over the fax, now on the Yakima River with us. He then called his clients and told them he was Faxing the papers to them to sign and asked them to fax them back to his office. While he was waiting, he hooked into a fat rainbow and was just releasing this 22 inch beauty as his phone rang again with the signed FAX from his clients. He called the other realtor and told him he was sending the signed papers back by FAX. The deal was closed! He smiled and just said, "You are a little behind the times, Dad." I guess I am. As we drifted down the river, I thought about the $6 million dollar a year business I ran with 1.800 employees, all without a Blackberry that played music, took videos, pictures or communicated with Facebook and Twitter. I had signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my 7 kids, their spouses, 13 grandkids and 2 great grandkids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space. That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and something that sends every message to my cell phone and every other program within the texting world. My phone was beeping every 3 minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I now keep my cell phone in the car trunk in my golf bag. So the kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it's red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes & Nobles talking to my wife as everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. Seems I have to take my hearing aid out to use it and got a little loud. I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board when I tried it, but the lady inside was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-ul-ating". You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She would let 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 get my cell phone out of my trunk and call my wife and tell her the name of the cross-streets and. while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GSP lady, at least she loves me. To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordless phones in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still haven't figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have run around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty laundry baskets when the phones ring. The world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time I check out just knocks me for a loop. So, I bought some of those cloth reusable bags to "be a responsible citizen" and avoid looking confused but of course I never remember to take them in with me. So, I've finally decided to take a stand on at least one thing now. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?" I just say, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual." Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank look.