I’m Sick and Tired of the Internet.

One of these days, and I don’t think it’s all that far away, I’m going to junk the laptop, turn off the cell phone and go back to the way things used to be.

I’ll get up in the morning, have my coffee and a muffin or toast, then I’ll take my one mile walk or maybe go to my club and walk the Front or the Back 9. Then I’ll maybe visit one of my favorite local museums — Costco, Dick’s Sporting Goods, Home Depot — and perhaps purchase a piece of fine art like a reading lamp or a small tool. After that, I’ll come home and re-read a Joyce Carol Oates novel or a mystery by Henning Mankell. Right now, I’m reading Old Filth by Jane Gardam — she can really write.

What I will be doing is divorcing myself entirely and completely from the internet because I don’t want that horrendous pile of digital crap to have any more connection to my life.

I don’t remember the last time I turned on my browser without seeing an advertisement for something I don’t need. The internet isn’t an information superhighway, it’s an advertising superhighway being used to peddle whatever anyone wants to sell and hopefully make buck.

Don’t get me wrong. I have no issue with anyone who tries to sell something to me or to someone else. But in the olden days, the pre-internet days, if you wanted to sell something, you either stuck it on your lawn…