Once upon a time, families gathered 'round the radio.
A generation later, families gathered around the TV. But more and more, I think, families gather around the computer, at least on occasion.
This was one such.
Oldest Son, our soon-to-be college graduate, has lately become enamored of Google home pages. He was showing us all the gizmos and gadgets we could lard into our own home pages... which we could access anywhere from any computer that could reach into the Internet.
There was a certain amount of ooohing and aaahing involved.
And then Oldest Son thought to show us a couple of videos posted on You Tube. His home page has a You Tube search screen added in.
A few clicks and...
Well, I have been careless. Reckless even. I can't deny it: I have sometimes blogged from home. Usually, I do it from here -- safely cocooned in my Undisclosed Location -- but I fell into the habit during my recent convalescence.
I have tried to be discreet. The younger kids use IE. I use Firefox. Knowing that Oldest Son would be home, I'd 'cleared the private data' from Firefox and deleted all temporary Internet files using Windows.
But this, it turns out, is like putting your vodka bottle in the back of the sock drawer: It's still there. It can still be found. Was this a cry for help?
"Say," said Oldest Son, when You Tube came up, "what's this?"
My You Tube user name -- some permutation of Curmudgeon -- came up on the top line of the screen, right after "Hello."
"What's what?" asked Long Suffering Spouse, looking up from the papers she was grading. She was multitasking -- grading and watching the computer demonstration.
The almost-college-graduate mispronounced "Curmudgeon." Long Suffering Spouse corrected him. "What's that?" he asked again -- and, in his defense, I can only say that he's majored in computer science, not English.
"That's a grouchy old guy," Long Suffering Spouse explained.
"It's me," I confessed. "That's my user name for You Tube."
The assembled family members laughed. "That sounds like you," Long Suffering Spouse said.
By this time, Oldest Son had found the videos he wanted to show us... and the moment of danger passed.