Just Joined The Twenty-First Century With Facebook

Just eleven years ago, we bought a computer and began sending emails. “Hey, Honey, we don’t need stamps anymore,” I proclaimed with an Illinois twang.

“Aw shucks,” she said, scratching her head. “Don’t that beat all? What will they think of next?”

Five years ago, in the midst of a tight presidential election, we discovered blogging. I signed up and wrote my first post. Then I hit publish.

“Sure hope nobody gets mad at me,” I said through clenched teeth with my fingers crossed.

“Aw shucks,” whispered Honey into my ear. “Ain’t nobody going to get mad at you! You’re too nice.”

Honey was wrong as lots of people disagreed with me over the years. As in lots of people.

But yesterday, I joined the Twenty-First Century. I opened an account on Facebook.

“Honey, you just gotta look at this,” I shouted. “I have friends. Two or three of them, I think.”

“Aw shucks,” she said. “Maybe, you oughta slow down for a spell. Let this new-fangled stuff settle a little bit before trying something new, huh?”

I grinned sheepishly and began searching for MySpace. And what’s this Podcast stuff all about, I thought to myself.

If you need a friend, check out my Facebook site. I need one, too.