Have you ever found yourself staring down at your phone, mentally straining as you telepathically will the connectivity bars to light up – signaling a genuine working connection? I usually find myself muttering sarcastically, “If only I lived in a place ubiquitous with technology and connectivity!”
You may think such a concept synonymous with the Silicon Valley.
You would be wrong.
More often then not it’s less bars in more places (to autocorrect AT&Ts former slogan).
But then I go home.
I grew up in Southern California, deep in a canyon community between the San Fernando Valley hills. Privacy is delightful; even more so, I’m sure, in 1978, when no one found themselves huddled next to the guest toilet because there may be possibility one dot of cell service intermittently transmitted through.
Come with me, this Halloween week, and join me on a terrifying trip to the most horrifying of haunts a TechMom could find herself…
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