So it’s occurred to me, and sorry if I’m late to the party,
that Facebook is now the place where parents and grandparents hang out. Gone
are our children, who deduced we were spying on them. It was like
Facebook
suddenly turned into the party where Mom comes downstairs into the basement and
asks a bunch of teenagers, “Want warm brownies?” The world of social media
moves fast and it’s hard to tell what comes of it. I’ve been trying to build a
following on
Twitter and Instagram for
Leather Head baseball gloves lately, and
it’s been fun. But my 17-year old has told me I’m overdoing it. “One
Instagram
a day, Dad. You’re starting to become obnoxious.” I guess we have to rely on
the youth to keep us informed on what’s cool and what’s uncool, even if we’re
not gonna hang out together. Whatever. More brownies for me.
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