By JOHN KANELIS / email@example.com
I am receiving a real-time lesson on how dependent I have become to the Internet.
Our RV campsite is in the middle of the Davis Mountains of Far West Texas. Cell phone reception is gone, pfftt … nothing, man! That doesn’t bother me so much.
What drives me batty is my (lack of ) Internet connection. The Texas Parks & Wildlife Department, which runs the magnificent state park where we are holed up, has Wi-Fi service, but it’s lousy. I cannot sign onto the TP&W site. I can, however, sign onto Word Press, which is the platform that contains this entry. When I am finished I will post it to Word Press, but not onto the other social media platforms I use to distribute this blog.
Therefore, this entry will go to relatively few folks who normally would read these words.
I am expressing a frustration.
We’re able to go into town, where the cell service is a zillion times better. Thus, so is the Internet service.
I’ll just have to wait until our next foray into Fort Davis to reconnect with what we used to refer to in Vietnam as “The World.”
Bear with me. Please.