Last week, Linda Apple helped me set up a Facebook account. Like many older adults bordering on senility, I find new technology challenging. Not that Facebook is new—it’s just that I’ve been circling it in fear like a caveman who’s been asked to trade in his trusty spear for a missile launcher. I know it’s a good thing, but I may blow my foot off if I’m not careful.
Several of you have been gracious enough to “Friend” me. You brave souls. So far, I’ve managed two posts and a poke. These have been well received and even garnered an occasional “thumbs up” or a hearty “Ha, ha!” Stay tuned for more social gaffes and clueless moments.
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“Mama, why does Uncle Bobo tear the edges off his bread?”
“He doesn’t like the crust, dear. A lot of people do that.”
“Why? Is it bad for you?”
“Not at all. In fact, the crust contains an antioxidant called pronyl-lysine that can actually reduce the development of pre-cancerous lesions.”
“But if he doesn’t eat the crust, why does Aunt Ellen call him Crusty?”
“Probably because he’s an irritable, cantankerous, short-tempered, peevish old curmudgeon.”
“Oh.” Little Felicity blushed. “And all this time I thought it was because he only changed his underwear twice a year.”