The parson was sitting in Johnny’s New York Style Pizza in Cartersville, Georgia (best pizza place in the country), enjoying a night out with his two sons (both of whom are not truly appreciative of the fact their success is partially attributable to the gift of his genes).
As they sat remembering stories of days gone by, sharing their individual frustrations with careers, friends, colleagues, and such, the parson glanced around the room. Everyone, he noted, above the age of twelve had a cell phone in their hand or sitting on the table beside their pizza.
The parson’s memory floated back to a time when he was a child of elementary age. The phone, then, was located in the hall of the house, mounted on the wall. There was a cord attached to the phone. The cord was about four or five feet long. Therefore, when one talked on the phone one could not move over four or five feet away from the phone. This meant that anyone walking through the hall or sitting in a room next to the call could monitor anything one said on the phone.
And then the parson remembered that when he was in high school technology expanded to the point that there was a twenty foot cord attached to the phone. Ah, now one could talk to one’s girl friend in a private way simply by moving into a room off the hall and shutting the door carefully on the cord, so as not to tear it, and talk. That twenty foot cord was an amazing advancement in modern living.
And then the parson went to college. Oh my goodness, when the parson came home from college everything had changed. The phone was no longer in the hallway. There was no longer a cord on the phone. It was cordless. Praise God for technology. Now the parson could actually walk out into the back yard to talk to his girl friend without any possibly of being overheard. It was wonderful.
The years when by. Technology didn’t sit still. Technology kept advancing. Or did it?
The parson looked down at the table of the booth in which he and his sons were sitting. Two sons and the parson. And there were three phones sitting beside their pizzas. The parson glanced around the room again. He noted again that almost everyone had a phone sitting beside their pizza. When the parson was a child one couldn’t talk on the phone unless one was within four or five feet of the decided screwed into the wall in the hallway. Now the personal phone was sitting on the table in Johnny’s New York Style Pizza.
It occurred to the parson that, actually, the cord had shortened. The parson’s shirt sleeve size is thirty-two inches. As a child the distance was four to five feet. As a modern adult the phone is within arm’s length always.
The world has changed. In a world long ago, the phone was a fixture on the wall. Today the phone is an appendage of the parson’s arm. And the parson wondered whether he had that much more to say.