Randy Wray’s Blog

I’m in Anaheim with la esposa, tagging along on her coattails, as she attends her companies annual meeting.

We’ve had the benefit of enjoying some top notch restaurants for the last two dinners.

Saturday night was the Cheesecake factory.

Sunday night was Morton’s, the Steakhouse.

As you might expect there are quite a few utes running around this town.

Most of these utes have telephones.

I offer the following as merely an observation and what I hope will not be a commentary on my age.

A booth full of utes having a not so cheap dinner at the Cheesecake factory spending a major portion of their time texting others - or maybe themselves? 

Perhaps that’s the new way to communicate?

A family out for dinner at Morton’s, the Steakhouse and the teenage daughter spent the entire time texting someone.

We probably would never go to Morton’s on our own - much less take the kids - but if we got hit with the crazies to spend the remaining money in our bank account after spending the bulk of it in the happiest place on earth wouldn’t it be nice to actually engage in some verbal communication?

I mean, oops, got to go - I’m getting a text message . . .