Convenience is Temporary
by Regis Boff
The only app I had as a boy was a light switch. My father slapped me with regularity for not using it. He was cheap, having lived through something called The Depression. Depression is now a form of autism suffered by grade-schoolers not likely to gain entry into the Ivy Leagues.
My kids believe the “rapture” will come with the announcement of a new Mac operating system. Mine will be the instant when all the lights in our house are turned off at once.