My mother was my first-grade and second-grade lunch lady, which made me really enjoy school. I remember carrying the extra lunches home, and the whole block being at my house for dinner. The good ol’ days! The swollen fingers from the weight of the plastic bags were well worth the camaraderie the work created in the neighborhood.
With all that said, one reason I’m homeless is never getting to talk with my mother on a mobile phone. I spent two weeks recently without a mobile phone. But, compared to my childhood, this has been the most peace I have had in my life. I’m sure people born before the digital age can relate. It’s just awkward using a mobile phone when you can’t even talk to the person who created you.
