Max-stravaganza

Hello, little man.  I’ve sure heard a great deal about you.    See, your old man and I were pretty close.  And I’ve got something to give to you.  In my hands is a cellular telephone that was first purchased by your grandfather Charlie back in twenty ought two.  It was bought at a store known as “Circuit City” and was manufactured by Motorola, one of the first companies to ever make mobile devices.  Up until then, people only talked on the phone when they were at home.  If they were out of the house, they just didn’t pick up. Charlie had been told that cell phones were the way of the future, but your grandfather never really used it apart from the occasional game of Snake.  There were still payphones and landlines, you see.  The most utility he got out of it was as an accessory, clipping it onto the front of his belt. Realizing that it was useless in his own hands, he offered the phone to his son, your uncle, Dakota.  The day before Dakota went off to Oberlin, Charlie ga