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    • Donald Sanders

    • November 30, 2013 in Columnists

    Technology I love

    I love all the new technology. When I think about how quickly everything around me has changed just in my short lifespan, I’m amazed.

    Just think, a million or so years ago, man invented the cooking fire and then very quickly came the spear, the arrowhead, the wheel, the plow, gunpowder, motors, air travel and on to space travel. Just in the last 50 years or so, technological advances have come at a blinding rate, giving us the Higgs Boson and sight to the edge of time and space.

    My grandson, Anthony, lives in a world of controller free gaming, 3-D cameras, foldable speakers and touch screen computers. To him, a CD player is “oldtimey.” Even his 3-year-old little sister can work her way around my iPhone like a pro. I love that they are so very, very smart.

    I think my iPhone is probably my favorite piece of technology I’ve ever had. I can sit on the toilet and play games, surf the net, read my emails or call my wife and tell her we’re out of toilet paper. However I must admit that my very, very, favoritesticle invention is the camera in my iPhone. I use it every day, everywhere I go. Love it! Love it! Love it!

    If I had one wish that would come true, it would be that the phone camera (digital) could have been invented 50 years ago so I could have taken on-the-spot pictures every day of my life. When I think back about things and people that I would like to have captured and saved, it saddens me to no end.

    If I had a phone camera when I was 8 years old, I would have taken a picture of the cop that arrested me for the first time. He found me eating out of a doughnut shop garbage can and took me to the station to find out who I was. He was pretty smart because he withheld drinking water until I would tell him who I was and why I ran away. I would like to have a picture of his face when I told him I was afraid of the nun at the orphanage because she threatened to cut my weiner off. I begged him not to take me back but he dropped me off anyway.

    If I had had a phone camera when I was 9 years old, I would have taken a picture of my friend Butch King before he got buried in the sand pile we were digging caves into. He was only six inches under, and his brother and I couldn’t find him in time save his life. He was the first dead body I ever laid my hands on.

    There are many friends, some from long ago and some from recent days, that I would love to have photos of. There is Chuck Straw, Barry Donnigan, and a few others that flew off and never returned in Vietnam, and Penny Paluska (my first love), Judy Hienigger (who I used to dance to Beatles music with), and Jan Fredrickson who gave me a place to sleep when I returned home from Vietnam so very, very screwed up and homeless. I would love to have some pictures of them.

    Oh, and I would have taken a picture of my first wife burning all of my clothes and what pictures I did have of Vietnam buddies. She started a bonfire in the truck of my 1971 Monte Carlo that was bright yellow — everybody called it the yellow submarine. Oh yeah, I would like a picture of my best friend Patrick when he found out I was sleeping with his wife (who became my first wife) because I want to remind myself what I did to him and how I broke his heart and mine at the same time.

    There are a lot of people I’d like to have captured at a certain moment in time, like Officer Gutierrez (now our Chief of Police) when he arrested me for possession of a controlled substance. He caught me with a piece of meth about the size of a pea and was surprised at how stupid I was when I didn’t just toss it away in the grass. The look on his face told me the whole story of how that drug had its fingers around me and had become all important, so I couldn’t throw it down. Well, he got the right guy and my sentence was two years and eight months. Incarceration was just like the orphanage except the kids were bigger and meaner. It was the attitude adjustment I truly needed, plus I got to fight wildfires all over the state while at fire camp.

    Now I take pictures and videos every day, and I love it so very much. I can take all of my friends and loved ones with me everywhere I go, right there in my phone. If I get stuck in traffic, I can play games or make a phone call right from my car until the traffic clears. I plan to continue doing what I’m doing until I die but the only difference is, I will be taking pictures along the way.

    • I love my iPhone too. My photos capture my life too. Love you Donald and how your mind works.

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