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I've Got Those Low-down I-Phone Blues

   Hey, everyone. It is I, sending you another missive from the author's green retreat. My wife is at work this morning and I'm left to my own devices. Speaking of devices. As you may have noted from previous episodes of the blog, I sort of want a new I-Phone 5s (Gold, 16 gig). Just for curiosity, I have been keeping tabs on the places that might have one. At this precise moment in space and time, there is one such beast within 100 miles of me. Siri has assured me that she can navigate a course to the store that is its fabled lair. I have the funds necessary to buy it. I have the time, the drive, the ambition. I have a dependable, dirty vehicle in which to make the journey. Yet I do not go. Why?
    Well, I have a nice phone, the I-Phone 4s. It does all the stuff that I need a phone to do. Wasting money is something that I have conquered over the years. But the hype machine that puts the impressionable aboard this Apple Device Upgrade Train (ADUT) calls to me. Sigh!
     So I went to the keyboard and composed a song. It's kind of Bluesy and slow.
Woke up this morning. Da da, da, da.
I was all alone. Da, da, da, da.
Had no Gold I-Phone. Da, da, da da.
To call my own. Da, da, da, da.
I can still text. Da, da, da, da.
Or make a call. Da, da, da, da.
I can take a picture. Da, da ,da da.
Of this red-faced duck. Da, da, da, da.
But I'm getting cleaned up. Da, da da, da.
And heading to my truck.
     So, I composed my song and sang it for this most bizarre duck. He seemed to like it but I didn't trust his approval because he was pan-handling for bread crumbs. Frankly, the duck taught me a lesson. He really doesn't give a tinker's damn about tech stuff. He probably would just like to have a better complexion so he could have a more active dating life. Would a gold I-Phone help him? Would he take my picture and show it to his pals at the lake?
     Hey, new I-Pads this coming Tuesday. Cool. I may buy one, but I don't need it... Da, da, da, da.
    I'm CE Wills.
 

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