I can text a 30 year old plumber -what-where and when, in a nanosecond. 30 seconds later, I get the reply,... "k"...., And he never let's go of his wrench.

I know what you mean, it can be bothersome and all new tec., has a learning curve for at our age, that's steeper.

I wish my son texted me more. My daughter texts me a few times a day from NYC. It's a wonderful extension to our relationship in that I feel closer to her, when we do. And it is free, I love that part.

If you had gotten to Maine, Dan, we'd have disconnected you, often.