With this technological wonder of the 21st century I was able to comment on Maggie's new California haircut and visually communicate with Aaron and Gillian while they were living in a foreign country. Unfortunately, David does not have internet access or cell phone service for that matter--he is living the 19th century life--so he wasn't a skyper (could this be yet another new word in my ever expanding vocabulary?).
It amazes me that in just sixty years, I have gone from watching black and white TV to seeing and conversing with my children on a computer screen as they sit in their homes thousands of miles away. Doesn't it make you wonder what the next sixty years will bring to our lives? I envision a body traveling through the internet; so instead of commenting on Maggie's haircut, I could actually cut it for her myself. Yikes, skypes! Now that, my friends, is a scary scenario on all accounts!
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