The next day we were setting up the two televisions to use AT&T's facsimile of live TV, and when we ran into a hitch Gary said, "WELL WHAT'S IT SAY IN THE PACKET?"
"THE PACKET. THERE'S GOT TO BE A QUICK START BROCHURE IN THE PACKET."
"No packet, babe."
"WHY DID YOU LET THE INSTALLER LEAVE WITHOUT GIVING YOU THE PACKET?"
"No, Gary, I mean Kids Today don't need a packet to get started with technology."
He gripped his forehead because he didn't have his cane on hand to shake at Kids Today.
He was so dismayed that I quietly compiled all the notes I'd taken during the installation visit and during the various endless phone calls, printed it, and presented it to him with "Here's your Welcome to AT&T packet!"
But still, that so soon after the Amazon freakout and it looks like Gary's going into the final stages of codgerdom. It was just so alarming to see, as if a crystal planted in his hand was going to begin flashing as he nears 70 and then he'll be taken off to Carousel.
No matter how on top of things we are, the world just races ahead.