A lot of my favorite moments in life have been conversations that were unexpected and had no objective.  A chat around a bonfire by the railroad tracks outside Wilson hall, a discussion in a dugout after a well played game, or an extended philosophical diatribe with an Uber driver (although that last one may have been less about whole hearted participation and more about him being trapped in the car).

I miss talking to people that aren’t electronically distracted.  Mostly I miss a sense that I am connected to other people in some way that is deeper than a fleeting line of images that now passes for creativity.