My daughter says my stories seem fake because my characters don’t use cell phones.
There’s no email either, I tell her. Nor Insta, TikTok, or Twitter.
She rolls her eyes and says, Cell phones are mandatory, Dad. Man-da-tory.
Maybe she’s right. She’s 17 after all.
I tell her, I think technology peaked with the invention of the electric guitar.
She says, Alexa, I’d like to buy my Dad a clue.
I say to her, Kid, you know I don’t own any of that junk.
Christmas is coming, my darling girl says to me. I’m gonna update you to Dad 2.0.