Iphone irritants

Call me a Luddite.

I was fine with things the way they were.

Then I got an i-phone and found out what I was missing.

Ad nauseam.

I was working in the garden, readying it for planting when the phone in my pocket began to ring.

“Hey, the bass are biting,” my fishing partner said when I answered the call, “I just caught one.”

“Good for you,” I told him. “I’ve got to work.”

I’d just gotten the phone, a hand-me-down from my wife, who insisted I start carrying it, because, she said, I spend much of my time alone, and might need it in case of an emergency.

So it was in...