As a little kid growing up on a farm in the middle of nowhere, I’d be shaking in my cowboy boots if I had to talk into a telephone. In those days, I much preferred smoke signals.
A lot of people might figure telephones are not so scary, if only because they believe themselves not to be five year old hillbillies.
Either way they’d be wrong.
So that’s it. I’m done preaching. I’ll get back to smoke signals.
