I’m becoming simple-minded. And it’s a good thing. Well, mostly. Some of my simple-mindedness is just old-fashioned stupidity, a failure to grasp the obvious. I spent, for instance, considerable time on the phone last Saturday morning with a con artist posing as a Microsoft rep. It took me almost an hour to confirm my initial hunch that he was the modern equivalent of a highway robber. When I finally hung up, I promised myself to be shrewder next round. To be less simple-mind

We are wired for attachment, and not just to others: to things. I’m sure stone-age people felt a certain nakedness – a rush of dread, a shock of vulnerability – when they got well along in a journey and realized they’d left their flint rock or spear back in the cave, much as we do when, heading down the road, we realize we’ve left our cell phone in our other jacket at home The other day that happened to me. I forgot my iPhone by my reading chair. I panicked when I discovered