I remember when I saw my first email attachment. I was in Cable, Wisconsin with my mother-in-law named Catherine. We were in this tiny restaurant the kind that serves just breakfast and lunch and closes by 3:00 P.M. This elderly man who must have been in his 80s or 90s, was showing us a picture of his newborn grandchild. The picture was printed on just regular copy paper. The thing that made this photograph special was that it came all the way from Japan. I told the stranger whose buttons were almost popping off his shirt, "Isn't that something!"
It reminds me of how it must have felt for our parents to see a plane in a farmer's field or to see that first automobile stuck in mud on a road bound from Illinois to Wisconsin. We don't have to beat our clothes against a rock; we are lucky enough to have a washer and a dryer to do the job.
Folks can take a picture with their phone, download it and instantly be posted on Facebook if they want to. Isn't that something!