I brought my wife to the airport yesterday. Now she’s on her way to finish up her last military assignment. Before she left, she helped me finally overcome half-a-decade of resolutions (half-lies) to finally get on Facebook.
It’s not that getting on Facebook is hard, I just didn’t want to do it. I was very comfortable living as a virtual hermit in my nicely-appointed digital cave. But my wife, and the bottle of very decent red wine she brought to my office, gave me the reassurance I needed to overcome years of inertia and reluctantly hit the little blue FB-submit button that sets this segment of social media in motion.
As soon as I did, I found out that I had more friends than I remembered and comments began toContinue reading