Um, how much of my life story do you want? We could go back to one particularly memorable English prof, when I was finally goaded into completing my undergrad degree, in the later '80's. She was from an urban midwestern, working-class background, and liked to divide the prevailing demographics on-campus between those who were, and were not, 'born with a silver mouse in their mouth.' ...This while I was suddenly confronting computers, starting with word processing, for the first time in my life. (Will always be grateful to the profs who let me hand in fair copies of papers in ...wait for it... manuscript.) But to cut to the chase, I have a land line. And have been holding out on getting a cell phone until it formally becomes an act of treason not to. ...The technology demonstrably does not like me, and so far, I've been happy to reciprocate the sentiment.