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		<title>By: Cynthia</title>
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		<description>Nice thoughtful piece, Vickie. I remember when Monte and I got our very first cell phone; it might have been back in the early 90s. It was big and heavy, with the heft of a brick. We put it into  a back pack and rode our bikes up to the top of a hill in Crystal Cove State Park, and we called from right there and ordered a pizza to pick up on our way home, so thrilled and amazed that we could do such a thing. We just couldn&#039;t get over the miracle of it! Isn&#039;t it funny how quickly these wondrous things become mundane necessities or over-used distractions? I&#039;m guilty of course. You&#039;re much better than I am at being out of touch in the generic shallow sense, but no one is more meaningfully connected than you are to the ones you love.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Nice thoughtful piece, Vickie. I remember when Monte and I got our very first cell phone; it might have been back in the early 90s. It was big and heavy, with the heft of a brick. We put it into  a back pack and rode our bikes up to the top of a hill in Crystal Cove State Park, and we called from right there and ordered a pizza to pick up on our way home, so thrilled and amazed that we could do such a thing. We just couldn&#8217;t get over the miracle of it! Isn&#8217;t it funny how quickly these wondrous things become mundane necessities or over-used distractions? I&#8217;m guilty of course. You&#8217;re much better than I am at being out of touch in the generic shallow sense, but no one is more meaningfully connected than you are to the ones you love.</p>
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