60ish.com.

He loves the internet, but won’t pay for it.  Hence, he doesn’t own a computer, because what’s the point if you can’t go online.  So EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. he comes over, he gives Dogger a Milkbone and then asks where the laptop is.  So that he can go online and browse pictures of his motorcycle club events.  And find Yahoo groups for Vietnam Veterans.  And look up the Kelly Blue Book value of his truck.  Again.

He comes over this past weekend and wants to sit online for an hour.  So, I grab the laptop and log in for him.  He asks how to open the internet.  I tell him to click on the round, blue Safari icon on the bottom of the screen and he says, “No, I don’t want to go on Safari.  I want to go on the internet.  There should be an “E” with a circle around it.  That’s what you have to click on.”

And that’s all I have to say about that.