Fewer and fewer of us will remember transistor radios.

What’s that you say? Transistor?

I hardly knew what one was, but the cool kids at school had transistor radios. That was all you really needed to know.

Red Sketon, if anyone remembers him, once did a skit on his TV show. While tilling his garden, his transistor radio accidentally fell out of his pocket. He never found it until months later while he was harvesting his pumpkins. One of them, if handled in a particular manner, played rock n’roll. If turned another way, the pumpkin played Beethoven.

It occurs to me that I have lived through the age of innocence in entertainment. Funny never meant raunchy or off-color. Funny meant funny. That’s all, and a hearty laugh.

At any rate, I’d been noticing of late the laissez-faire method with which Judy carries her cell phone; half covered in her back pocket. Not that I would notice, butt it did appear a bit cavalier.

She was outside on her tractor the other day, mowing one of the paddocks when she returned to the house looking for her cell phone. She never found it.

I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help but think of Red Skelton. I looked outside into one of the paddocks where the horses were grazing. A horse wouldn’t swallow a cell phone, I wondered.