Cell phones have advantages land lines never had.  First, they fit in your pocket.  They're mobile.  They are way more than phones; they're computers and cameras and "tape" recorders.  They can be mirrors simply by reversing the camera function.  You can keep up with the latest news without any trouble at all.  There are "apps" for games and stock market up-dates and paying bills.  We have in our hands a kind of miracle.  Slide rules and 35mm film and even memory cards are outdated technology.  Not one of us can predict what even a quarter of a century into the future will bring; with respect to our hand held devises.  I read we will be implanting chips under our skin and even in our brain so we can be connected to everything all the time.  ALL THE TIME!!!  Could anything be more frightening?  When would we ever day dream?  When could we just sit and admire nature?  What about staring at the moon or the stars or a sunset?  In this era of #me too, I guess "standing on the corner watching all the girls go by" is out of the question.  And if this gets me reported or put on a list, my name is spelled Henry; not Henery, like, “Henery, Henery, Henery the 8th I am, I am."  And to make matters worse, there is no longer any such thing as a "no call list."   The telemarketers have my cell number and they can even mask their nefarious intent with my local area code.  Oh, for the good old days.  Maybe.  I wouldn't give up my cell phone.  But I sure would like a button on it somewhere so I could zap the brain cells of those who only want to sell me a condo in Florida or adjust my credit card interest rate or offer me a free cruise to the Bahamas.  Now that I've vented my spleen, I'll go to my prayer closet and confess to Jesus.