Sometimes I feel like Im standing at the boarding gate watching our culture drift away from me like a colossal Boeing 747. As I envision it, the people on board arent waving goodbye. Theyre looking away, toward the horizon. The future. &the plane is taking off. I don’t bring this up to beget sympathy. No one threw me overboard. Disembarking was my conscious choice. &so is returning. With a little effort I can retrace my steps &get back onboard anytime I want. I just have to stop being afraid of Facebook. &Instagram. &Twitter. &LinkedIn. &Tumblr. &Pinterest. &, well… I guess the whole social ecosystem. Also, I might need to unload my love for strained metaphors.