The other day I became aware of the kind of generational distances my grandfather used to talk about (he could remember going to town on the family's draft horse)... while I counted window panes or the like until the agony of boredom passed.
Fast forward to the present to me trying to tell an iPhone- armed-14-year-old who'd never actually used a landline, what it was like to have a real icebox where the iceman would come 3-4 times a week with his wet, black rubber cape and a 50 pound chunk of ice.
He'll get to live the moment too; computer, Blackberry, iPhone, Gameboy, wii and all manner of digital
vade mecum(s) notwithstanding.
