Information technology fascinates me.
I like the way I can trade Scrabble moves with relatives six hours away. I scan Twitter every chance I get. And I can look up stocks, check the five-day forecast and access my email by manipulating a machine the size of an index card.
But when it comes to communication, I’m still very much old-school.
Nothing beats sidling up to someone and simply listening.
That’s what I did Saturday night.
Art and Peg Edelhoff told me tales of Sugarloaf that had me pining to be a Mainer. I learned that Peg was born the year of the great stock market crash and married at age 20.
Eyes as blue as Paul Newman’s, Art could charm the stink off a pig. He loves the English language so much that he compiled a book about grammar. He has a soft spot for my wife’s Pretzel Turtles, and, mindful of manners, always asks permission before digging into a burger.
So push away from the laptop and make an appointment with some human interaction.
People may age but their stories are timeless.