Walking home today I passed an old Greek man sitting out in the sun on a park bench, listening to the Greek news on an old, tiny, black plastic transistor radio. Old habits die hard, it seems.
(NB – it might have been the news… or talkback radio, the soccer, or anything else. It could have been Italian, or Croatian for all I know. My European languages are not what they could be… yet.)
So it got me thinking. When those of our generation are in their eighties, will we sit around on park benches with laptops reading blogs, while young punks walk past with smiles at our antiquated ways? Or as a generation relatively conversant with technology, will we also have the neuro-cannular jack too?