Gratitude to the Webmaster

Those who know me have heard me marvel about technology ad nauseam, but for others I repeat it to set up my gratitude to my friend Jeff Kerby.

It’s amazing the speed with which technology has entered our lives; taken over our lives, in fact. At age 5, I ran to the telephone when my grandfather and father came into the house on our 240-acre farm to seek shelter from a violent thunderstorm. I knew my grandmother would be worried about R.A., my grandfather, Reuben Arthur Politsch, so I stepped on the wood chair under the wooden box and cranked the magneto arm to get the attention of the operator. I wanted her to connect me with Grandma Politsch. If the operator had answered, she certainly would have known whom I was calling and she would have guessed correctly that it was my voice and not one of my three brothers. But she didn’t answer because lightning struck a nearby telephone pole at the moment I twirled the crank with all the strength I had. The resulting shock threw me across the room with a snap, crackle and pop. Fortunately, I landed on my head so I wasn’t hurt. Perhaps it was the hair standing on end that gave me an extra cushion.

I tell the story to illustrate my point; we’ve made marvelous strides in 60 years. We’ve gone from the wooden telephone box on the wall to the iPhone that does everything but serve morning coffee. We baby-boomers can’t expect younger people to appreciate technology like we do. Perhaps that’s why we get so frustrated with the absolute ease our children have in adapting to the gadgets that they’ve grown up with.

We are all dependent on communications wizardry that is as common as milk in a glass quart bottle was in the 1950s. The problem many of us boomers have is that we’ve run out of capacity to understand how to capitalize on all that’s available. We’re like the old computers; we have no more RAM. Our brains are so full of old clutter they can’t take in new information and retain it. Certainly, that’s my excuse.

I know that I need a website to allow readers to access Global Anger and other writings I want to share. I understand the programming process that makes a website appear magically on the Internet through the World Wide Web, but I don’t have the knowledge nor the aptitude to build a website for myself. That is why I appreciate and envy people like Jeff Kerby. He gets it. He likes it. And he makes it communicate. I am grateful to Jeff and all others like him who turn messages into an endless supply of information accessible from everywhere. Thanks, Jeff, for making a few written words show up with a little pizzazz. It makes the creative effort fun and worthwhile.