This past winter, someone at the WWETT Show told me I look even younger in person than I do in my column photo. I am young. I’m only 34 years old, but I remember growing up without smartphones and immediate internet access.
I had dial-up internet access at home through high school and got my first flip phone my freshman year that featured a text count limit and a camera so blurry Sasquatch would pose in front of it without worry. Before leaving for college, I received an Apple iPod Touch that could connect to wireless internet and I couldn’t believe
