Wednesday, August 11, 2010  I see I'm not the only one  who
hates and fears the phone.  It seems that "older people," by
which the article seems to mean "Boomers" are frustrated with
the next generation's obsession with texting and emailing. They
complain that the young people don't talk on the phone.   I was
always frightened by the phone. How could you possibly know if
it was someone calling you who wanted to yell at you and tell
you what a bad person you are. Or that you owe them money you
can't afford to pay. Or that your mother had died. Or worse,
your cat had been hit by a car. The phone was a horrible
instrument of anxiety. Back in the days when I still had a
landline, I looked upon it as an unpredicably vicious dog. It
might be nice to you, but it is more likely to bite you when you
reach your hand out toward it. Best to leave it alone.  I love
email. I love getting them. I love writing them. If I want to
talk to someone on the phone, I email them first and ask when
would be convenient. Phoning people