Leaving Facebook today, with another posting of young people staring at cellphones while great art is ignored all around them, I fall into my silent, mental anti-cellphone scream. This happens frequently these days. The car next to me at the light contains a texting woman. The baby in the carriage passing my house is being ignored by her mother. Certainly mothers and drivers had other ways of ignoring the people and cars around them in previous decades. The driver who back-ended me years ago was fiddling with his expensive car stereo system. My own mother disappeared into the house phone for hours, as I did when I got my own line. What’s different now is being absent while being “out in the world”. And the amount of happiness that is attached to the cell phone itself. People smile at it as if the phone was their best friend. Lost in cyberspace.