You Can’t Teach An Old Dog

Russ and I finally made it to Maine! I had to endure him on a conference call for the whole drive, but I did my best not to make too many snide comments. As soon as we reached Warren’s Russ parked himself on the front porch over looking Clam Cove for his last three hours of calls.
Warren and I had shopping to do for guests we are having for lunch tomorrow so we went off to go to Beth’s farm stand. This is a real Maine institution. Earlier in the year I read an article about the 5 best baked goods in America. Beth’s was one of the five for their strawberry shortcake. We bought some fresh berries and got the homemade biscuits and the farm fresh cream to make our own shortcakes for the lunch party tomorrow.
While we were in the car we got a text from our friend Julie who is coming for lunch. She had a question and since I was driving I asked Warren to text her back. For a man who still has a flip phone, texting was a very new skill. Calling it a skill is generous since it did not quite work out.
“Where are the numbers? Oh, I found them. But where are they showing on the screen.”
I pulled over and looked at what Warren was trying to do. His fingers for some reason were not registering the keys he was pushing. I think my phone recognized a virgin texter and was not having any of it.
“I think it is not working,” Warren told me. He handed the phone over to me and I deftly texted without an issue. It just might not be possible to teach an old dog new tricks.