My Useless Skills and Knowledge
Admittedly, our children and grandchildren know more about technology than we do. They can play enormously sophisticated video games. They know how to Snapchat and TikTok, they can upload photos on iCloud and text using their watch. They can pay for a purchase in the store just . . . just by thinking about it.
But there are plenty of things I can do that they can’t. And plenty of things I know that they don’t. They’re not smarter than I am. My skills are more like fine wines . . . they’ve been aged and matured and are only appreciated by the, uh, the cognoscenti.
For example . . .
I know how to iron.
I remember my telephone number when I was a kid: PE8-3840, no area code needed. My kids don’t know anyone’s telephone number. All they know is how to tap in a name.
I can balance my checkbook.
I don’t know a Mocha from a Macchiato or a Costa Rica Naranjo from a Sumatra Clover. But I do know how to make instant coffee.
I know how to write cursive . . . and I know what cursive means!
My kids might be able to name the band members of Glass Animals or Chubby and the Gang. But I know the names of The Mamas and Papas. And the first names of Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young.
I can identify where Quemoy and Matsu are located on the map.
I can drive a stick shift.
I can fold a newspaper in half, and then halves again, so it doesn’t hit your seatmate in the face on the bus or commuter train.
I know how to play Scrabble (but not Wordle).
I can read a map.
I know what Mercurachrome is . . . and still have some in the bathroom medicine cabinet.
Okay. Your turn. What useless skill — or useless knowledge — can you brag about?