Spark o' Life

There was a time when you would have to get out your typewriter, or perhaps use a pen. Maybe even a fountain pen. Then you’d have to type or write something that you thought was relevant, say to the world condition, or maybe something you felt peeved about that day. Then you would have had to finish it nicely and fold the paper it was typed on and then put it in an envelope and either take it to the post office or put a stamp on it yourself and drop it in the mailbox. And then your letter would wing its way to the newspaper where you were sending it. Then, a bunch of people you didn’t know might or might not look at your ramblings and then might or might not decide to put your letter in the “Op-ed” section. One of these days, if at all.

But now, you just do what I’m doing. Type in your room on your computer, click a few buttons, and if you want the world to know what you had for lunch today, you can just click “post” and hundreds, even thousands of people you’ve never met before can read anything you choose to type.

Well, now that you hundreds if not thousands of people are reading, I’ll just tell you that I put a tiny but bright spark of life (my son) to bed and am about to have a beer.

So there.