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Uncle Billy opened the door and let me in.
"Everyone wondered where you were," I said. I sniffed the air. "What have you been cooking in here?"
"Liver and onions. You want some?"
"No ... thankfully, I already ate." I sat at the kitchen table.
Billy grabbed two cans of beer out of the refrigerator. "You don't know what you're missing."
"I'll take your word for it ... so why didn't you come to Reggies?"
Billy sat across from me and slid one of the cans toward me. "I knew what was going to happen ... I couldn't stand watching the Tigers blow it."
I opened my beer. "You didn't watch any of the games?"
"I watched Verlander get shelled in the first one ... that was enough for me."
"What if they had staged a miraculous come back?"
Billy paused while he took a drink of his beer. Then he said, "I would have watched."
"I mean, how would you have known?"
He set the can down. "Somebody would've texted me."
"Oh ... I forgot ... you don't do that do you? When are you going to join the twenty-first century boyo?"
"I don't know ... maybe I should ... evidently Irv Nesbaum tried to send me a text about a book signing sponsored by the chamber of commerce ... and I missed it."
"I heard about that ... Eb said he sold seventy-two books."
"I still don't know why Irv couldn't have called me." I took a sip of my beer.
"How would he know that you're the only person on the planet who doesn't receive text messages?"
I tapped the can in front of me. "I wonder why he didn't call to follow-up when he didn't get a response from me."
"Do you think Irv has time to fool around with a phone call?"
"How long does that take? Isn't it faster than writing out a message anyway? I mean, didn't they invent the telephone so people could actually talk to each other instead of writing letters and telegrams?"
Billy pulled his phone out of his pocket and held it up for a visual aid. "What if you don't want to talk ... what if you just want to get a message out?"
"Why wouldn't you want to talk?"
He waved the phone at me. "You might busy and you just don't want to get engaged at that moment."
"That's why everyone texts?"
He set the phone on the table next his beer."Well, partly ... I suppose there are other reasons ... what difference does it make? You missed an opportunity to sell some books because you don't ... right?"
"I can't deny that."
"So are you going to start texting?"
"I call and let you know."