I am not sure that I am acclimated to this century yet. I know it’s 2014, but I was born and grew up in the 1900 century and that seems a comfortable place to stay.
My youngest son, Anthony, does not agree. Unlike those who have tried to drag me kicking and screaming into this strange land of so many new technological developments that occur almost daily it seems, he gently guides me and makes sure I enjoy the trip.
I have been persuaded, with little work on his part, to get an iPhone.