I was in my early Forties before I ever owned a mobile telephone. It was one of those flip models, with a teeny-tiny antenna on the top you pulled out before dialing. I don't remember if it texted or took pictures; it may have been a pretty plain vanilla device.
I have no memory of who made it, and there were no 'apps' to download. Those were much simpler times.
And then at some point, I got a Blackberry Pearl, and then what I always thought of as the Blackberry Classic. My mobile phone went from something I tended to forget on my home desk when I went to work in the morning to something a little more ubiquitous, if not also slightly sinister.
All these years on, like so many others, I'm a prisoner of my phone.
I suspect that's why they're called cells.
-bill kenny
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