On a trip to Yellowstone, we checked into a hotel in Bozeman, Montana. Saw 2 large busses in the parking lot with “Go Team” messages painted on the windows. Saw many boys, around 13 to 15, roaming the grounds. The clerk said a basketball tournament was in town, so she would put us at the end of the hall, as far away as possible. I thought, “Oh No!, a night of rowdiness with noisy, testosterone filled teens, running the halls with basketballs.”
Didn’t hear a thing. Around 11:30 I went to the lobby. There they were, about 15 of them, draped over the furniture like monkeys in a zoo. Every one of them silent, motionless, staring into phones and tablets, mesmerized. The only thing moving was their thumbs. The only noise was a few quiet beeps.
What are we going to call this generation?