Right as I got to the climax of my story, I was rudely interrupted by a BUZZ. I looked down. Another “like” on my post. I resume. DING. Great, another message. It seemed that I couldn’t even get through half my story before I got disrupted by my phone. Looking back to my adolescence, my phone was never a distraction. I could go through days without even thinking about it since I was always preoccupied with my books or toys. So when I get the Sunday paper I think back to a time before the technological takeover, back to when my only source of entertainment wasn’t looking at a phone, back to my childhood.
As a kid, I was always most eager for comics in the Sunday newspaper, especially “Baby Blues,” which followed a family throughout their lives.
As a kid, I was always most eager for comics in the Sunday newspaper, especially “Baby Blues,” which followed a family throughout their lives.