Maybe We Should Go Back To Smoke Signal Communications (standard:humor, 898 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: May 01 2022	Views/Reads: 840/518	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Sometimes it’s very important to think before you speak and I have discovered if I do think, I sometimes don’t speak.

I must admit that communication is an essential part of my life today.
The longer I live, the more sophisticated those communications become, 
and it's challenging to me. 

Recently, I was working on my latest book using my latest computer and
its programs. As I was working, I remembered that I did not always use 
a computer for writing. I used one of those archaic machines called the 
"typewriter." Does anybody today know what a typewriter is? 

I still remember my first typewriter. My mother got it for me for
Christmas one year and I couldn't have been happier with any Christmas 
gift than that one. 

I hammered out many articles and even poems. I wished I had copies of
those, but I'm glad I lost them. I'm sure those were the worst poems 
ever hammered out on a typewriter. 

I got an electric typewriter after graduating from high school and
thought I had died and gone to heaven. I've never been able to type 
faster than on that electric typewriter. 

The problem I've had with those typewriters was, if I made a mistake, I
had to throw out that page and start all over again,. Yes, I had carbon 
copies, but I still had to start all over again. How frustrating that 
was in many regards. 

While I was writing my first book, I thought maybe I should up grade to
a computer. I had to think long and hard about that because I loved my 
typewriter. Eventually, I succumbed to the times and bought a computer. 


Those first computers did not have any internal hard drives and
everything had to be done on a 5.5-inch floppy disk. When I got my 
computer and learned how to use it, I was ecstatic. I didn't mind 
putting in the floppy disk and taking it out and replacing it with 
another floppy disk. That seemed to be easy work at the time. I never 
had to throw away a sheet of paper and start over again. 

Over the years, I kept climbing the ladder of technology and got the
latest computer technology and was quite happy with it. 

Now I can sit in front of my computer screen and dictate what I'm
writing. There's a keyboard there, and I only use it when I have an 
emergency. But now, I can talk everything into my computer, which has 
become a great experience for me. 

When I first used this dictating program, The Gracious Mistress of the
Parsonage was in the other room listening. Finally, she said, "Who are 
you talking to? There's no phone in your room." 

It took a while to explain to her that I was talking to my computer
while writing an article. She never heard of that before, and I never 
did either. Finally, I was able to convince her that it was the 
computer I was talking to. Who else would listen to me? 

Things have developed over the years that are beyond my imagination. In
our home, we have the latest media service, TV, telephone, and Internet 
service. 

I never knew how much I appreciated all of this service until one day
this week. 

I had just finished my latest book manuscript and was ready to email it
to my publisher. My deadline was crunching down, and I used every 
minute to work on the book. I finally finished it, got to my deadline, 
and was now ready to email it. 

Nothing is more satisfying than getting the project done and sending it
to the publisher. As I set it up to email it, I suddenly realized that 
everything was down. So I could not send my manuscript out. 

Just a half-hour before this, everything was closed: the TV, cell phone,
and the Internet. So there is no way I could get this out on time. 

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage called the company and finally


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