I don't know exactly what age one must be to inherently distrust "newfangled" communicative devices to fulfill the communication errand to which they've been tasked, but my dad is most definitely whatever age that is. He's been that age for a long, long time. Such a long time, in fact, that I expect a phone call to accompany any email I receive, suggesting I read said email. If he didn't consider texting and Facebook threats to [his personal] national security, I'd be receiving notices that way as well. He recently decided to use all the antique stamps in his worthless stamp collection, so it's not out of the question that I'll start getting letters reminding me to check my voicemail--there's a message on there about an email. Now it's only fair that I 'fess up. Many years ago, I had to admit to my dad that I don't open any of his forwards. It was a forced confession. He couldn't understand how I wasn't deeply impacted by