Awaiting the arrival of a missing cell phone for three days and nights makes me feel out of place and time. Did I realize how anchoring it was? And now I am even MORE “anchored” to home without it! Certainly one of the biggest differences between my generation and those that followed is having the memory of things we/I did, and of places we/I went without a lifeline kept desperately close. (My son and his bride recently skyped from South Africa!) When I traveled the world in 1976 I hardly wrote a word to my parents; although the distance between us and my removal from them made me sense a closeness and a stronger tie than I had ever realized before.