I admit that cell phones are nice. Too nice. I’ve already used my new cell phone on several occasions to avoid frustration — once when I lost sight of her while traveling in heavy Portland traffic in two cars and another time when I lost track of time at a magazine rack while she and Amy Dearest were shopping at a large Portland store. I also used the cell at Coeur d’Alene’s Hastings to make sure my wife hadn’t seen a video that I was planning to rent. Granted, none of these episodes was earth-shattering. But the cell phone came in handy, even in traffic. Yes, I fielded a call from my wife as I was zipping along at 75 mph approaching the Tri-Cities en route to Portland last week. She wanted to know where we planned to stop for lunch. I was distracted as I drove. I can’t see using the cell phone much, if at all, while driving. I’m not at the point that I’d say that a cell phone is an essential part of my life. I have an aversion to talking on a phone, especially for more than 5 minutes. However, after resisting the pleas for cell phones by my wife and daughter for so long, there’s no question that I feel more connected with others as a result of having a cell phone. I’ll tell you in a month or so if that’s a good thing.
Question: How dependent on your cell phone are you?