I was turning the pages from business to sport when the word Zoom jumped out of the personal notices. Words do that sometimes, even when you are not actually reading the item. It said, ‘ ... after a wonderful Zoom celebration of her life, (name) quietly slipped away ...’.
The tentacles of technology have connected everyone to everyone, enabling apparent release from isolation. But its gift was a wooden horse, smuggling its cold convenience into every corner of every life to destroy physical contact and cleave human from human.
I turned on the radio. At least there is that. The song came on - Love Letters - a 1962 hit by Ketty Lester, one of the finest singers you could hope to hear, her voice mixed right up front, with the piano down back, an evocative echo just following right along.
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