Attribution: Photo by Ilya Pavlov on Unsplash
By Bill Stokes
Kickass, the doorstop dog, joins the keeper as Phyllis does her best to keep him precariously balanced on the gangplank of today’s high-tech ship as it sails into the seas of push-button wars, in-house thievery and unopenable plastic containers.
The keeper lived most of his life when going to war meant having reason to pick up a gun and shoot at somebody, a thief had to mask-up and show up physically, and you could open most commercial medical and food containers without experiencing emotional upheaval.
Things change, as the unhelpful cliché goes.
Well, yes, and when those changes put the war button within reach of fools, your phone and computer become welcoming conduits for local and global thieves sitting in the comfort of their mansions, and you can’t open the package of chocolate covered peanuts without tools, then it is a world gone too far too fast.
The keeper wonders if back in the caveman days there were similar sentiments with the generation that felt left behind when skids were replaced by the wheel?
He would ask Phyllis but she is busy deleting spam from his computer, or maybe from his phone or maybe from him.
