I Age Therefore I Rant

Today, something happened that brought home to me, just how old and set in my ways I have become of late. It began innocently enough when I received an invitation to lunch at a restaurant, in Old New Castle, here in my beloved home state of Delaware. (Glorious, as my brother would say, in it's primitive splendor)The name of the restaurant in question is, Nora Lees. (Google assures me that there is no punctuation in the name) I rarely turn down a free feed and quickly agreed to attend. When I asked him, the friend (you know who you are and thanks again) who invited me, where the place is located, I got what I thought, at that time, were fairly vague directions. I realized later that those directions were quite accurate. However, I decided to Google the place and get precise directions for myself. I typed in the restaurant name, the city, and zip code and Google provided me with two Nora Lees locations; the one in New Castle, that I was interested in, and one in Ridley Park, PA, that I was not at all interested in. The information provided for both was basically the same. Address, web address, phone numbers, menus, and so on. The difference was that only the Ridley Park site offered driving directions, ala Google, and, as I found out later, that location no longer even exists. This is not all that unusual these days, I suppose. No problem, I would just go to the restaurant's web site and get directions from the source, as it were.

It weren't, as it was.

I clicked on the link to the site, selected the "Driving Directions" tab and the information offered was not in the form of a map or written directions, as I expected but, instead, the information provided by the site was for use in my GPS...except I don't have a GPS. I have never had a GPS and I do not foresee a time in the future, neither near nor far, that I will have a GPS. What's more, I don't want a GPS and I see no need for a GPS. I drove for a living for most of my working years and I had then, as I do now, depended on maps and/or written directions, to find places I was not familiar with; and maps have rarely let me down. Ok, written directions, depending upon the source, can be a trifle iffy. None the less, it really cuts my cheese that it is taken for granted that everyone has a GPS, just like it is taken for granted that everyone twits on Fartsbook, or whatever. Frankly, I refer to them, Facebook and Twitter, to be crudely honest, as "Sit on my face and be a twit book." (Or the PG13 version, "Sit on my book and be a Twit face.") Nothing personal to those of you who partake of such things. If you enjoy them then I am happy for you but, as the saying goes, to each their own. Such things are just not for me. I don't partake, nor do I desire to. It is as simple as that.

I will admit that, I suppose, perhaps-maybe, that this is on a par with, (if not a bogie) whereas it came to pass, in the mid-sixties, companies and advertisers all were assuming that everyone had at least one television in their home; or, by the early to mid-nineties, give or take, that everyone owned a cell phone....

And that's another rant! A rant within a rant, if you will. (Even if you won't) It is a phone, nag dab it... Call me on it, okay? Don't type at me on my phone. A phone is for talking to me and me to you. You won't find me typing at you on my phone...because it is a PHONE, by gnadfrey, and phones are for talking on and listening to. I hear that some people even have GPS service on their phones, for Hepzebah's sake. Why? Hark unto this...It is a PHONE...Talk - To - me!

Anyway, that's it for this/these rant(s), and I highly recommend Nora Lees restaurant. It is New Orleans (or, N'Awlens ) cuisine and the food is beyond absolute tasty. The menu is diverse enough that those who, like me, do not eat of the dead fish, have other choices. Prices are decent too. I would add directions to the place but I don't have them on hand at the moment. I saved that information to the browser... on my...ah...oh my...er...,dang,...on my...well, on my phone....errrr....right...aaah...nevermind.....


Mostly Sincerely,
Bob, Is my face red or what, Parker
Bear, DE
03/06/2012