Remember card clubs? And family reunions? How about a time when people actually talked rather than texting their friends sitting next to them? The Dark Ages. I know. Tonight the Iowa Roadie was reminded of those simpler times. When personal connections did not rely on the latest technology update or social media application. When people were just people. And sat around and visited. Via verbal conversation. No data plan required. My dad passed away in January. He was 73. He suffered from Progressive Supranuclear Palsy (PSP). It is a rare degenerative disease that combines the very worst elements of Parkinsons and Alzhiemers. Horrible Stuff. For the last two years of his life, my dad was bed bound. His life was reduced to tv westerns, Andy Griffith, and constant care by my mom & his incredible Hospice team. When my dad passed away, he was a shell of the man he…
