It was after 6 last night when the phone rang...or actually, I should say, the phone said, "Call from Rita". Yes! That's right! My new cell phone doesn't ring. It talks to me. Forget caller I.D. Now there's a lady, inside the phone, who actually tells me whose calling. What will they think of next?
Anyway, it was, indeed, Rita. I thought she was calling to say they had made it to Worland, safe and sound, but she said they were still a little way out of town. Apparently they had made a stop at a store because what she really wanted to know was what size T-shirt I wore.
We've come a long way from, "Watson, come here. I need you."
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