Tom Hanks can do no wrong in my eyes. He could play Mussolini and I’d rethink my position on dictators. If the Presidential election was between Tom Hanks and our jealous God, the Almighty would have some campaigning to do. Yes, there is a point to this. It’s called covering my ass. Remember the movie, “You’ve Got Mail?” Well, the awful truth is, I always secretly sided with the Greg Kinnear character. Meg Ryan’s boyfriend. The poor misguided schlub, stubbornly banging aw

Yesterday, on the trail where my daughter and I like to jog, a spandexed man with a broad back and very small legs – from the back he reminded me of those pictures of Frog and Toad - weaved by on a bicycle wearing Google Glass. And I found myself wondering – I can’t help it, it’s how I think - how long it would be before the world came with a scroll bar. How long before we’d be able to see the news inside our heads while making dinner, or bathing the baby. How long before we