JT, his cousin S, and his grandfather have recently taken to Skyping one another. Once they got over the technical hurdles, the chatter quickly went to the land of sports. And now it's all sports, all the time. Most nights they contemplate trades in the family fantasy football league. The boys, confident 11 year olds, try to pull fast ones on their Gramps, who may not be 11, but who has been around the block a few times. My father, who logged a lot of years as the father of girls, is now reaping the ultimate boy reward.
Though I sometimes worry that the land of technology will result in less human contact, the reality of Skype is that Grandpa can see JT virtually every night of the week. From 2000 miles away, he can watch a cherished grandson grow up. And that's a priceless gift of technology.
Thank you, Skype.
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We used Skype all the time while Colby was off working in Ohio. He would've missed 6 months of Soren's infancy if we didn't have it. So, I'm thankful for Skype, too.
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