At the playground Sunday:
Two boys, twelve at most, have climbed to the top of the slide and are standing there...texting. Thumbs flying, they never spoke to each other, looked up, or gave any indication they were aware of anything beyond the devices absorbing their attention. When they finally did notice us there with Danny, they fled. Maybe we looked suspicious, what with taking a small child to a park to, you know, play. What sort of weirdos would go to a park to play?