It was “bloody two o’clock in the morning!” when Mom’s shouting alerted me from my reverie. I was dancing the night away with Fred Astaire in our overgrown closet of a living room in the old duplex on Franklin Street – at least I was in my mind. My imagination carried me away as I watched the great dance star on the old black and white movie on TV.
I love technology until I hate it – when it doesn’t do what I want. Wish I could just talk at it and it would magically fix whatever is wrong with it, or with me. Siri never seems to give me the answer I need! Can you relate to the frustration? Wondering what Siri is? Seems like the world is changing faster than I can keep up.
But, there is hope. Some of my fellow bloggers experience the same frustration. If I can’t figure it out, maybe I can jump on the train of the next new technology thing that comes out. Continue reading “Technology and the Generation Gap”