So two weeks ago, cell reception died here for both me and my flip phone (I don’t want a computer in my pocket, thanks) and for my husband’s fancy smartphone. Wound up having to spend hours on the landline with Verizon tech support which kept bumping me up to the next level, then the next one after that. And they wound up putting in a trouble ticket …which netted us lots of text messages until those stopped coming in, too. Now, Forrest’s smartphone does suddenly have reception, again, but me? Nope. Not unless I walk or drive down to the highway. Then it has all sorts of connection. So, that’s where we sit. You want to contact me? It’s all email now until somebody figures out the problem …which, knowing how things go here, probably means next century.