A few weekends ago I spent some time with my grandparents in New Jersey. As we ate, and then thought about eating, and then decided what we were going to eat next, I thought about my grandparents' 56-year relationship.
I had come to a crossroads. To my left, the iPhone in all its glory -- its shiny video capacity and websurfing, its bells and whistles. To the right was my trusty Blackberry -- lonely and deactivated in my car. I knew what I had to do.