Such blimping nonsense

For here we are, in the cyberspace-age of GPS and Lord alone knows what else - where any pimple-faced teenager strolling about in a baggy pants and cap turned back-to-front, can point his cellphone at another device and surreptitiously download information with some fancy technology called “blue-tooth” while big hard-back adults like me and you still living in the era of Sherlock Holmes with a magnifying glass; and Phineas Fogg with a pair of binoculars in an antediluvian flying-machine trying to spy on some bandits. Almighty Father, hear our cries and put a hand.

JEROME AUDAIN

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