The world is a festival of odors for dogs, aromas pregnant with information, and so, on walks, my dog, Sky, who is a charter member of Nosebook, checks out the status of neighborhood dogs and leaves her comments, likes and dislikes. It’s a smelly job, but someone’s got to do it.
I grew up before TV. My sister and I, the dog between us, used to sit in the dining room and listen to the radio, staring at it as if we were preparing for a medium we had no idea was coming. We could imitate the creaking door from The Inner Sanctum and shout along with The Long Ranger, Hi Ho Silver, Away! We loved radio. When we weren’t listening or out playing, we were in our rooms reading. Though we were very different, we both grew up to be avid readers. Well, hell, there was no Facebook, no Twitter, no Angry Birds, no iPads. You get the picture.
When I was just starting High School, we got our first TV. Of course we watched I Love Lucy and Your Show of Shows. But when the TV was brand new, we’d race home after school and watch whatever was on, usually horror movies. Luckily, the dog was there to hang onto because those old black and white movies were really scary. At night, still scared from the afternoon movie where someone had been buried alive or stalked by a vampire, I’d escape with a book. Lying in bed, the dog next to me, I’d read until it was time to go to sleep.
There’s still radio, of course. Mine’s often tuned to WQXR. And TV is in color now and the screen is gigantic compared to what it was back then. And of course there are still books. I’ve even written some myself, about 28 or 29 I think. But something’s very different since the days when the Lone Ranger alerted his horse that it was time to go. Now I can lie in bed, the dog next to me, and click on a little button and the book I want to read next appears like magic in under a minute on my trusty e-reader. You know what they say, the more things change, the more they stay the same. But in this case, not so much. Except for the dog. The dog’s still there!
Facebook? Hoo hah, as my grandmother used to say.
I still can’t get those elegant links right, but you can find me, right?
Here’s some help. Here’s my Facebook “photo.” (Shy? Yup.)