I'm with Phoggie. I certainly don't need a third connection to the internet - or want to pay the additional fee. I'd be happy with a flip phone but DH insisted on our AT&T smartphone. Only use it for emergency and/or maybe when meeting someone to coordinate a meeting place. I've taken a few pictures with it but don't know how to transfer them onto my Mac Mini. I do have a little digital camera that I use most of the time.

Marilyn, Garth and I were infatuated with each other at such a young age, that I think it was all about romance and we never truly developed a lasting friendship. Side story: I was a thin young thing. Before leaving for his junior prom, his father took photos of us. Sometimes photos reveal things we don't always see on our own. On Valentine's Day, Garth brought the photos to share with me. He said I looked pregnant in one photo. He and I had not been intimate and I was highly offended by the insinuation that I might have been intimate with another boy and broke up with him on the spot! Not long after that some of the girls in my gym class started asking if I was pregnant! My gym teacher took me into her office and gently asked me some questions. I told her I couldn't be pregnant, as I had not been intimate with any boy. She suggested that my mother should take me to a doctor for a checkup, which she did. After an exam and some tests, the doc determined that I had a fluid filled cyst attached to one of my ovaries, about the size of a grapefruit. Doc said there was no rush, but scheduled surgery for about a month later. The cyst kept growing and Mom took me back to the doctor and surgery was moved up. When Cyst and ovary were removed, the thing weighed nearly 8 pounds! My brother John ran into Garth at the shop he was working at and told him the cyst story. Garth came to visit me and I was rude to him because I was still hurt by the comment he had made. A few months later Garth began making weekly visits to my house. I always said something like, "You're here again?". He'd say, "I didn't come to see you. I came to see your mother." Sometimes I'd stay and sometimes I'd leave the house. He was sneaky. He made my mother love him. I had moved on and had a boyfriend. Garth stopped visiting about a year later. My boyfriend and I broke up. John ran into Garth and gave him that info. Garth started his weekly visits to my mom again, then finally, I thought he'd given up. Garth showed up a few months later to say goodbye. He'd become engaged. He had to go to a butcher shop and pick up something for his mother and asked if I would come along with him. That day we finally had the talk we should have had so long ago. I told him how he hurt my feelings and he apologized. That wasn't his intention, he was just making an observation. We both felt that we had finally made peace with each other. Two weeks later he came to see me again. We talked for a while and when he said goodbye, he leaned in to kiss me. I pulled back, reminded him that he was engaged, and he replied that he broke up with her because he still loved me. Boom! That really was my heart thudding. And the rest is history.

Buccos and others who have lost treasured friends or relatives, I know how sad that is. All we have left to comfort us is our love for the one now missing. I lost my dear sister a year ago. I miss calling her and the long conversations about all kids of "stuff." Laughing, sharing anything. She always had an interesting perspective or point of view on things that had not occurred to me. She was very smart and very funny. We even shopped together on the phone, both of us online looking at things. I have other friends, but it's not the same. In time, I guess the grief lessens, but it takes so long. I'm waiting to not feel so sad. Thinking of you all here who have suffered a loss.

People do start threads (myself included). But there is so much activity on the game threads that they all go to the top. Yes, i scroll, but that gets tedious. A couple of you sound like you’re saying ”hrumph, tough luck”. Ok. (No, I’m not upset about the game posts. Just losing interest here.)