Bob’s Blog

There was a time, not too long ago, that I told people I would never own a cell phone. I think of this because I just received my monthly bill. And I counted more than 150 incoming and outgoing calls.

I never, in my life, made or received 150 calls in a month before I bought a cell phone a couple of years ago. Now, I’ll be driving along and think of somebody I should call. Out of the blue. Me, someone who has long held a firm believe that telephones were an invention of the devil.

I store numbers. I get messages. I’m thinking of buying one of those Blackberries that all the cool people have. And all the while, I wonder what has happened to me.

I used to stand for something. I used to have a little maverick in me. If you went one way, I did everything I could to go the other. The worse thing you can say about me is that I’m like everyone else.

But when it comes to cell phones, I am like everyone else. I have one and I wear it out. I become offended when an hour goes by and I haven’t received a call. Sometimes I just sit and stare at my cell phone, hoping it will ring. But, then, a cell phone doesn’t ring. I have the song Lady Marmalade by Christian Aguilera, Pink, ‘Lil Kim and Mya programmed into my phone. I get a lot of strange looks because of that.

But it’s my cell phone and I’ll always try and surprise people with my ring tone. I am, after all, a maverick. Just less of one than I used to be.