I was going to start with a picture of an old telegraph machine but I didn’t for 2 reasons. For one I couldn’t find one quickly and for 2 nobody but me would know what it was anyway. I bet even my kids, now in their 30’s and 40’s might look at this phone picture and go “really?”
Today’s title is a quote from an email I received yesterday afternoon. The gentleman, using his Ipad, had just purchased a large and very expensive new motor home from his residence in Ontario from me on my Asus in an RV park in North Carolina. There wasn’t even a telephone involved until the deal was done.
Of course, I immediatley agreed with him; I’d just sold another coach while enjoying myself thousands of miles to the south. But then I got thinking at how much technology has changed since we first started serious RVing in 2001.
We did have a cell phone, but the calls were really expensive and the total coverage map included an area roughly the size of Lost Springs Wyoming where the town is so small the mayor won by voting for herself. By the way, she won by 1 vote, her own. (Makes me wonder: Who does she lie to?)
But I digress. We saw a lot of phone booths then. As we traveled Canada, the US and Mexico, we watched the real tech-savvy RVers use their Pocketmail. They would stop at a rest area, walk to the phone booth, hold their device up to the phone where they uploaded and downloaded their mail then hang up. Often you would see them stop at the next rest area, go to the phone booth and get their replies.
We had phone card for what seemed like every phone company in the Americas and still never had the right one. When in Mexico, we subscribed to a money saving service where you wold call an 800 number, let it ring three times and hang up. Then their computer would call you back and then you would input the actual number you wanted to call. Even then, we would start every conversation by reminding the person you called how expensive this call was.
I could go on, sitting here on my laptop using the great park WiFi. Our Verizon MiFi at my side as a back-up (Marilyn turned it on the other day to Skype) with my cell phone that has an affordable “North American” packagethat covers voice, text messages and data on it, trying to make sure before I finish this sentence I mention my tablet.
Marilyn, when not checking deals on smart phones, (someone has a big birthday in a few days) is catching up with her friends on Facebook on her tablet.
I’ve weakened. I’m going to close with a picture of a telegraph machine. Only because I am busy and I have a lot to do today. I need to check my email, my voice mail and my text messages before I turn to our Garmin GPS to plan the next leg of our trip. I want to listen to our satellite radio while I watch our satellite TV and read my electronic book on my tablet. Oh and I almost forgot; The spicy boys have invited us for dinner, We need to text them to find out what to bring.
This is coincidental: Jason is right now texting us pictures of their new condo. It almost feels like we are there.
“A CD. How quaint. We have these in museums.” Eon Colfer