Am I the only one who finds it ironic that it is now almost impossible to (legally) use a cell phone in a car anywhere on the planet, yet cell phones began in cars?

The first cell phones were not Droids or iPhones.  They were not even Razrs or flip phones.  Cellular telephones were born, like the child of panicked prospective parents racing to the hospital in rush hour traffic, in cars.

My first cell phone was in my 1985 Audi 5000.  It was a great automobile.  The phone was bolted to the dashboard and the size of the average wall phone.  The works of the phone took up about a cubic foot of the trunk.  But the Audi had enough room in the trunk for a family of four, so I didn’t feel the sacrifice.

Cheryl has often said she married me because of my car and my shirts.

I wore a lot of Perry Ellis shirts then.  That was before we went to Bangkok and my mother-in-law took me to one of the 4,500 tailor shops on New Road.  There I was measured and re-measured and the fabrics I chose were cut into shirts and delivered to the hotel later that same night.  The man with the tape measure, who made every dress shirt I own, even now, is a Sikh named Mahatma Kote.

But that’s another story.

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Hostess declares bankruptcy and everyone wants to make jokes about Twinkies.  They neglect the Ho-Ho, the Ding-Dong and the fact that Hostess was forty years ahead of the cupcake craze.  And they get no credit for Wonder bread – helping to build strong bodies twelve ways.  Twelve ways?  Seriously, after tall and wide, how many other ways are there?

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And then Kodak.

Megapixels –
You give us those nice bright colors
You give us the greens of summers
Makes you think all the world’s a sunny day, oh yeah!

I got a Nikon camera
I love to take a photograph
So Mama, don’t take my megapixels away.

Somehow, it’s just not the same..