When I was a kid, my Mom would take me to the big old department store downtown, and I used to love riding the escalators. The escalators there had wood stairs, and they used to click, clack, and creak. The wood slats on each step were maybe half an inch apart, and I always wondered if ladies got their high heels stuck and got pulled under. Some of those escalators were very narrow – just wide enough for one person. Yep, those old escalators had a lot more personality than these slick metal ones. I’d hate to think that all my current experiences will someday become stories with no point. Calvin and his Dad are in a mall. They enter escalators that take them up. Calvin’s Dad gets nostalgic and tells Calvin how great escalators were in the “good old days”. Basically, they were more dangerous and less convenient. Yet, Calvin’s dad says they had “personality”. Calvin hopes that he’ll never end up like his father and his stories.
Will the stories we tell our children about smart phones be stories with no point?