One of the things I love about my house is that there is no cell service inside it. You have to go into the driveway to get service. We discovered it when the house was inspected. When I went to pay their little wireless terminal didn’t work in the house we had to go out to the truck.
I don’t own a cell phone. Never have. People ask me why not. One of my friends argued that I had to have one to carry on in my line of work. Truth is I spend enough time staring at a screen as it is. When I am out in the world I want to be just that, in the world, not looking down at a tiny screen trying to decipher a cryptic text message. Continue reading No Service.