Keeping up with modern technology in my advanced years is challenging, and the business of parking has been added to the list. We’re asked to use a line from a poem by Jo Hanjo in our prosery, the line being “Crucial to finding the way is this. There is no beginning or end” Recently my son and wife took me to dinner in an artsy section of our city, where I learned a bit about apps. My prosery is submitted to Monday Prosery at dVerse.
THERE’S AN APP FOR IT
My grandfather used to ride his horse to town, tie it to the hitching post in front of the general store where he “shot the breeze” with his cronies and played wicked games of checkers. Then came the advent of parking meters---those metal sentinels with coin slots to enable us to pay for the privilege of parking.
Recently, we pulled into a parking spot in one of the artsy sections of my city. My daughter-in-law raised her right hand (to which her phone seemed always to be attached), and entered the number that appeared on our parking meter. Then she entered the estimated time we intended to be parked there, and said “We’re good to go!” No coins needed. When I asked how that worked, her answer was, “There’s an app for it”.
When it comes to apps, it seems crucial to finding the way is this----there is no beginning or end.. Now I admit my aging mind goes on strange journeys, so as we made our way into the restaurant I considered that now there seems to be an “app” for everything. When I tire of this earthly veil, I wondered, and it’s time for me to pass on to the what-comes-next, will there be an app for it? Will I be able to enter a couple of numbers on my phone and POUF! I’ll be gone? Something to think about.