If the evening news is to be believed—I can go either way on this one—two million new and improved I-Phones were sold on the first day of offer. In the spirit of full disclosure: I don't own a cell phone, and I fret and mutter whenever I see another person using one in public. God invented phone booths for a reason, and not just for Superman to have a place to change. Walking down my street I pass a neighbor talking on her phone: "I just called to tell you I'm three houses away. I'll see you in a minute." Sitting in the airport at the gate, the litany as overheard: Hi, it's me, I'm here waiting for my plane. (Subtext: Can you see me? Do you care?). It has become commonplace to check the tiny screen each time the phone emits its cue.
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