His hands shake so badly he can’t tap a smart phone.<\/p>\n
That didn’t matter until last year.<\/p>\n
Every college kid I’ve taught in the last ten years<\/p>\n
writes about their first phone, but this one will be his last.<\/p>\n
He’s 86 with familial tremens, the least of his old age ills,<\/p>\n
and first we had to get a phone with big keyboard letters.<\/p>\n
And that served him many years, just pressing a big<\/p>\n
letter “A” programmed to speed dial his sister, son, me<\/p>\n
his bridge buddies, his poker buddies, and his old buddies.<\/p>\n
He’s older now, though; they don’t make them any more.<\/p>\n
In his creeping demented brain, he asks a hundred times<\/p>\n
a week, “Why can’t we just get the same phone we had?”<\/p>\n
“They don’t make ’em any more, Dad.” And he sighs.<\/p>\n
The smart phone rings and he taps, taps, taps, nothing,<\/p>\n
the caller gives up, and I have to call them back for him.<\/p>\n
The missed phone calls, voice mails, all he can retrieve,<\/p>\n
He misses his wife, his card games, and his flip phone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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