The new Raccoon Valley Regional Phone Book has arrived!
I am somebody! (The Jerk, Steve Martin, 1980)
Sadly, with the onset of Google, and Whitepages.com and Facebook -- my beloved FB -- the arrival of the new phonebook just isn't the rush that it used to be.
Yawn.
It's like everything else that has gone the way of McInformation -- we gotta know it NOW. And we CAN know it now.
We leave nothing to chance, nothing to surprise.
Thanks to ultra sound, we know the sex of our unborn child months before he or she arrives.
Thanks to caller ID, we always know EXACTLY who is calling us at any given time.
We pick and choose who we talk to...we know what color to pain the baby's room before he or she is fully developed in the womb.
So much for the serendipitous nature of life...we have pretty much killed that off.
Does anyone even use a phonebook anymore? Landlines are going by the wayside daily...
Well, just out of a sense of tradition,I looked up my name and celebrated the fact that I, indeed, am in the new phonebook.
That's what we do in Podunk.
We celebrate the simple things...right Sherri?
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