We Will Never Forget This Moment. Ever.

Strangest moment of the vacation so far…

In Pacific Grove, CA, we ate at a wonderful restaurant called Passionfish.

The youngish couple at the table next to us was celebrating an anniversary. 

They didn’t talk much.  Didn’t hold hands. 

That’s because they were busy taking pictures of each other and their food, and then tweeting or emailing the photos of their intimate dinner.

We never actually heard them speak.  Maybe they were texting each other.

And they call it “social” media why???


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I've been covering Connecticut news and sports since 1974. I know, I don't look that old.
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3 Responses to We Will Never Forget This Moment. Ever.

  1. Beckie says:

    My husband & I communicate by email often, and he’s usually in the next room. Mostly it’s because if we don’t “say” what we’re thinking when we remember it, we’ll forget it. (ie, Little Girl has a pedi appt. next week, your mom called, etc.) But when we celebrate our anniversary next week with a nice dinner out, we’ll have only one cell phone, set on vibrate, in a pocket and we’ll have it only because we have a Little One (who will be w/grandparents.) Prior to her arrival, the phone stayed home.
    Taking pics, tweeting, txting, etc while with someone just shows how little importance that person has in your life.

  2. Steve L says:

    Vocal cords in the future will be like the appendix is today. Technology will render them useless. Wait a minute, this might be a good thing!

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