We ditched our land line just last week. So far, we haven't missed it a bit. My friend Stephanie, on the other hand, took it a little harder. She actually took a quiet moment to mourn the loss of our old friend xxx-xxx-xxxx. Now I find myself forced into cell vigilance. Dead battery unacceptable. No more forgetting it on the kitchen table. A commitment to family and friends to be more available. More findable. It goes against my grain. I reluctantly inherited Alan's first generation iPhone. A real step up from Sophie's hand me down chunky red flip. So, here I am. Ready or not. Charged, wired and ready to chat.