Yellow Blues

(a.k.a. and git off my lawn while yer at it!)

I tend to think of myself as open to change and advancement, and I don't want you to think that I don't like the change I'm about to discuss. It's just that it's mundane yet remarkable.

Yesterday we got our new yellow pages book. Its cover claims it's the "new greener, smaller" yellow pages, but the fact is that all three dimensions were slashed because many people don't use phone books any more. All of the information you'd find (and ore) is now available through a web search. Why go through the hassle of digging out a phone book an pouring through the pages?

It's not that I miss the old phone book for its seeming compilation of all the phone numbers in the world, country, state, larger metropolitan area, rather I miss it for being the booster seat, the climbing stool, the bridge support, the dangling cliff of my childhood.

Matt will likely never get to experience that uniquely aureolin aspect of childhood.