Charging up for new adventure

It’s around here somewhere.
Or maybe I’ve lost it entirely.
No, it’s definitely around here somewhere. Or at home.
I know where my cell phone is.
What I can’t find is the charger unit.
And the reason I can’t find it is, I know where my cell phone is.
Let me explain, or try to.
While I’ve been an early adopter of many bits of new technology — computers, the Internet, my iPod — every once in awhile I encounter a technology that everyone else grabs hold of while I lag behind.
My resistance to the company’s first fax machine was legendary at the office.
(I knew that e-mail would eventually make fax machines obsolete; I just miscalculated by a few decades as to how long that process would happen. It hasn’t happened yet.)
And both my wife and youngest daughter had cell phones before I did.
Try as I might, I couldn’t explain that I liked being out of touch now and then.
The technology was fine. I just didn’t find it compelling.
That changed with the 2005 ice storm.
Without the use of borrowed cell phones, we might not have been able to put out a paper in the storm’s wake.
As it was, the gadget made it possible to reach our friends at The Daily Standard in Celina and ask if they could print The CR. It also made it possible for the news staff to do its job, asking a zillion questions.
So, I got the message and soon afterwards I got a cell phone of my own.
That was more than five years ago.
My guess is that the phone has only been turned on about six months of the five years. At this point, I’m never going to wear the thing out.
Most of the time, I know exactly where it is: In the console of my car. Turned off. Ready to be used in the rare event that I need to talk with someone so urgently that it just can’t wait.
Most of its use came when Connie went back to school to get her master’s degree, and even then most of the transmissions involved missed calls and voice mail to and from the Ball State campus.
So there’s a direct correlation between the fact that my cell phone seldom needs charging and the fact that I know where it is.
But now, with a project that involves a little travel on the horizon, I need to charge the darned thing up. And the charger has gone missing.
Maybe if I took another look on my dresser at home, it’ll pop up.[[In-content Ad]]