The last day of being 62

Good Morning,
It's a brand new day here in Orlando, Florida. Having morning coffee and reflecting. Slept like a baby. WESH radar shows a clear sky, yay!

Spent the day yesterday downtown near Lake Eola. What a pretty setting. Had coffee at Panera's. Although some people were with another, most were alone and embracing a solitude. People look away from each other and insulate themselves with ear buds, telephones, and texting. USA Today had a front cover story last year referring to "the year we stopped talking to each other." Is this the the next step in the evolutionary cycle? That we stop talking to each other face to face? I could see that this could be something good if people had a firm grasp on written communication but if we have troubles with communicating verbally and people always are asking one another "what do you mean by that," are we really ready for a communicative environment where written messages are our sole form of communication? Perhaps it's me but I don't see that we're ready for that. There are instances where some excel with their writing but many where they do not.

We're in a state of upheaval. Always re-inventing but never seeming to perfect the last inventive period. We complicate matters when the simple works so well. I guess that after over six decades one can see through the fog. It all just comes out in the wash eventually.