son of a gun, I used it again

I was at a picnic on Sunday with people from my church. Over our delicious picnic food, the conversation turned to computers. I dazzled the crowd with my descriptions of all the wonderful things available over the internet. My listeners, aged 30 to 90 years old, were fascinated. They especially enjoyed my tales of Facebook and my alias of Hepzibah Pontipee. As I was driving home, I was chuckling to myself that I, the least computer-oriented person around, had entertained my companions with the wonders of the computer world. The irony is delicious, I think.