I ask her where she is and as she explains, I reach as far as I can across the countertop for a pen.
I take my laptop, Google the address, add better directions to my notes and head outside to my 1989 pick-up truck whose most recent technological feature is a cassette player and drive over.
I didn t just cancel cellular service and keep the smartphone for Wi-Fi fun, nor did I downgrade to a flip phone to simplify ; I opted out entirely.
It makes a woman feel rich.
When friends found out, I was told it was as insane a decision as leaving a rent-controlled apartment.
But I was tired of my world existing through a black screen and even more tired of being contacted whenever anyone or any bot felt like it.