What Has the World Come To?

Heath emailed me his "itinerary" for his elk hunting trip today. It included GPS coordinates of his expected location(s). Seriously. GPS coordinates. Like latitude and longitude and multiple other initialed abbreviations of whose meaning is totally lost on me.

And while email has no tone, I could hear the mockery in his fingers hitting the keyboard as he adds, and I quote, "this will help the right person."

I'm starting to feel like maybe I am as old and "out of it" as Hudson thinks I am. I overheard him telling Jake last week that I probably read lots of books when I was a kid because they didn't really have TVs back then. His shock was palpable when I told him that we did, indeed, have the technology of television when I was a child - we even had them in color. And then it occured to me that perhaps I had only further proved his point for him as he looked at me with true bewilderment and said, "I don't know what you mean when you say 'in color,' Mom."