Dance, magic fingers, dance -- after the drive
I love texting.
It’s quick and quiet. It’s reliable.
It’s the easiest way for me to reach my sons, who are as mobile as you would expect 16- and 20-year-olds to be. It’s the easiest way for them to reach me. When I teach, it's the easiest way for my students to tell me they've got a question about an assignment or they need to talk about something.
We use it at work. Meg Thilmony once covered a fire completely by text message. Tom Kacich sends texts to let us know what’s happening in Springfield. Our night editor texted me last evening to let me know a story had arrived to be edited.
Several of us update Twitter via text message. Several of you do, too.
Many of you are going to do a bit more driving than usual this weekend.
Don’t text while you’re doing that. Please. Don’t glance down at the phone to read that one text you’ve been expecting. Not while you’re driving.
There are reminders all over the place of how bad an idea it is to try to do those two things at once. Just this week, a University of Illinois researcher reported lower injury rates in all 62 counties of New York state after a texting ban took effect there.
Maybe it’s not a good enough reason to say it’s against the law.
How about if we just add that we’d love to have you back. Over and over and over again.