A few days ago my number two granddaughter came home for college for no apparent reason except to eat a steak at my house and go with her sister to an event for special needs adults. She rode home with me in my truck, which is unusual. Since I had her attention and she couldn’t get out at 70 mph, I decided to expand her education because she is a communication major now.
I pushed the button on my CD player and selected a song that she had never heard - Convoy by C.W. McCall. I told her to listen to it all the way through and we would discuss it. First the poor kid barely knew that at one time CB radios ever existed. She sure didn’t know that they ruled the roads.
I tried to explain to her that CB radios were the cell phones of the day. One could not text or tweet. You actually had to talk. I don’t think she understood
Then there were the words that she had never heard of. Words like, “a cab over Pete with a refer on.” And, a Jimmy hauling hogs. Pure poetry. Her eyes glazed over when a reference was made to “shy town.”
The point was to emphasize that communication only takes place when both parties in a conversation know what the other one is talking about. That is the rub today. We have so much conversation and no communication.
It seems to me that more problems would be solved if people would focus on communicating and not just talking, texting or tweeting.
“Breaker one nine, this is the Rubber Duck, you gotta a copy, Pig Pen, come on”
That’s communication.
PMO
©2016
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