I have to add this one. You know you are getting old when you wash your beloved Flip Phone in your jeans. Yes it was put to death by my own hands, I do most of the laundry since retiring. Your Wife takes to you to phone store because under no circumstances are you going to live without a phone as I was perfectly content to do. You stand in the store in the store, 6'4" 250 pounds of pure technology ignorance as the electronic tablet carrying, smug, condescending, little smart people try to explain the best phone to bring you out of the primordial ooze where you had been existing happily for years. You end up with a phone that is a hell of a lot smarter than you are, a phone bigger than a ham sandwich, (Flipper was so happy living in my jeans pocket), a phone that you can never turn off, a phone that has at least 100 times the electronic features of my Motor Guzzi California Touring and I just got the friggin riding mode dialed in on that, and a phone that you are know will never live up to its fullest potential in your possession. Lord give me strength, tomorrow I am going to try a text on that tiny little key board with these 71 year old arthritic sausage fingers....