"I know that, but all of those jobs ask that you know how to use a computer." I don't mean to be acerbic, to speak to him the way I'd speak to Joseph Berringer or Gabe or Dory Maud. Sean Kendrick is none of those people. "Sorry." There I go again, born out of a vinegar bottle.

"I don't like the idea of being old-fashioned and not knowing how things work." In the distance, there's a little boy and he can't be older than five but he's playing with his brother with one of those tablets and it's as easy for him as breathing. Put one of those things in my hands and it might as well be a magic mirror.