Mobile phone technology has wowed us with its many wonders. Mine serves as my appointment calendar, calculator and file folder. There are "apps" that will allow your phone to do everything except bake bread. (I understand they're still working on that one.) Problem" they've failed us in doing what mobile phones were initially intended to do. That is, make and receive phone calls.
My suburban neighbourhood is full of basement suites. Combine basement suites with cell phones and "Houston (aka Telus, Bell, Rogers, Fido, Wind), we have a problem." There is little or no cell phone signal, at least enough of a signal to send and receive actual voice calls.
We can still download our favourite apps, text, surf the web on our fancy, schmancy "smart phones." But when we want to have an old-fashioned voice conversation we must ascend from our bunkers, to find a spot to converse: the lawn, the sidewalk, the driveway, the middle of the road. (Those old-fashioned voice conversations are still better left to those old-fashioned landlines that many of us, maybe prematurely, have given up.)
At peak times, the whole neighbourhood becomes kind of an outdoor "party line." And we seem to take it all in stride. (Well, more of a zig-zag football-type move, actually.) Those who have parked their cars in spots with a good signal can even grab a little privacy. (But it's going to be a long, hot summer.)
Ain't technology wonderful? "Houston (aka Telus, Bell, Rogers, Fido, Wind), can you hear me now?
My i-phone takes pretty good photos, no? (Semiahmoo Bay, looking North to White Rock)
Sometimes it even makes and takes calls!