In discussing someone she works with, my daughter Reagan described the individual as an “old fuddy duddy.” I asked her to define what she meant by a fuddy duddy and Reagan replied, “You know, the kind of guy that still has a flip phone.” I only cringed a tad as I immediately felt for my flip phone in my pocket to see if I had it with me. (Another sign of aging and fuddy duddyism, is that you now have to continually be mindful of where you last left your cell phone or if you even have it at all.)
Then just the other day my waterman-now-working-on-the-Base son Shea purchased a smart phone. He then had it loaded with a Ravens’ app which gives him the latest updates on the Ravens’ comings and goings. Before this purchase, I was the one who would hear some late breaking news about the Ravens and call/text Shea and Brady to tell them that so-and-so left, was traded or signed with the Ravens. Now that both of my boys have the Ravens’ app via their Smartphones, I’m reporting “old” news if I call them to tell something that I’ve just heard on the T-V or radio. They already know.
The fuddy duddy bit I can live with as I have long ago given up the battle to be hip either in my kids’ or anyone else’s eyes. However, not getting immediate Ravens updates via my phone is another matter. May just have to let my jaded, faded, junky flip phone go the way of my old Betamax and Eight Track. Ah, sweet progress.