“What is this thing ‘Twitter‘?” asked my mother.

“Is it free? How much is it?”

“No, it is free,” I said. “Why, are you going to join it?” I asked.

“What does it do?” asked my mother.

“You are supposed to let people know what you are doing at different times of the day,” I told her.

“But, isn’t that why we use the telephone?” asked my mother.

“I guess!”

“But, that is why I prefer to use your father’s pager. But, if I get this ‘Twitter’ thing, will your father start answering his page?”

“Capitan, it doesn’t work like that. Dad would have to get one, and then you would have to get one. Then Dad would have to get his own computer or Blackberry and then tell everyone where he is and what he is doing it with,” I said.

“What do you mean what he is doing it with?” asked my mother.

“Ha-ha!”

“Your father don’t even remember what “it” is!”

“Sure, he don’t, ma. Sure he don’t,” I said.

“One last thing….what is this ‘Myspace’? How do I find out if someone is in Myspace?”

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