Renaissance Dad: Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Wi-Fi
Like most of us, I’ve been through some tough times in my life.
So, I can face pandemics, political upheaval, seclusion, rioting, rationed toilet paper, and even being locked out of my favorite coffee shop.
But this morning (and I think this might really be the end) . . . I woke up with no Wi-Fi.
It’s not me, you understand. No, I can happily spend days on end festering in my BarcaLounger with a thick book and an unlimited supply of potato chips.
No, what makes this a potentially apocalyptic situation is that I’m trapped in a wireless-less house with my 13-year-old daughter, Grace. For her, access to the internet is not simply a convenience, but a human rights issue. A physical necessity that should be written into the Hierarchy of Human Needs right between oxygen and drinking water.
Luckily, it’s only 9 a.m. (a period of time that she refers to as “the middle of the night”), so I still have a few hours to enjoy the peace and quiet, sip my coffee, and plan my escape.
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