There's a story in every life and a life in every story
A Randy Travis interview came on the radio while I drove home from work the other day.
It was recorded before his 2013 stroke, which almost cost him his life and has made communication more difficult than it once was for the singer of more than a dozen No. 1 songs.
This is less about Travis, though, than it is about the questions which creeped into my mind when I thought about how quickly things changed for him.
Somebody once said letter writing is a lost art.
That’s probably true, considering most of the written communication we see nowadays is on some sort of screen.
I read an article on the Internet — which kind of proves my above point — about someone who had the idea to craft responses to text messages in calligraphy, snap photos of the paper with a phone camera and send the pictures as replies.
The web went wild, as if seeing whole words written out instead of abbreviated brought about a wave of nostalgia it wasn’t sure it could handle.
It made me LOL.
Social media revolutionized communication.
You know what your friends eat breakfast or worse.
I’ve noticed everyone is a photographer on Instagram.
There’s Pintrest.
There’s Twitter, where you have 140 characters to make your point.
Twitter has been wonderful. It’s forced me to learn to cut the crap from my writing.
I used to detest hashtags because there are no spaces, which makes me think everything I know is wrong.
During The World Wars miniseries, I had a change of heart.
Hashtags remove tweets I don’t need, which is what I did to 121 of the original words in this post.