We no longer have to get up, walk across the family room, turn a knob, and adjust rabbit ears to change one of three (or four, if you got PBS) channels on the television. Instead, we have to get up, search the room for one of three misplaced remotes, find the one for the cable box, aim at the television, push a button, and select from several hundred channels.
This is progress. Sort of. Especially if you were the one who had to stand forever holding the rabbit ears because every time you let go, the reception went all fuzzy.
We no longer have to collect dozens of catalogs to do our holiday shopping. Instead, we receive emails that link us to every single thing we could ever want...and lots of stuff we don't.
This is progress. Sort of. Especially if you prefer to do your shopping in your jammies at midnight.
We no longer have to go to the bookstore once a year to get the most recent Rand McNally Road Atlas. Sometimes, Rand even marked road construction on his maps. Instead, we plug the Garmin into a laptop and download the latest updates; plus, thanks to satellites, we get all sorts of real-time information on traffic and road delays and speed limits. Even more of a plus, we can get Yoda to give us directions and an X-wing fighter icon to stand in for our car on the electronic maps.
"Lost you are. At the next right, turn you must."
THIS is progress. Except George and I are too cheap to pay $12.99 for the Yoda voice and X-wing icon. Still, it's cool that we could.