Last Saturday afternoon, my family was sequestered in a Hampton Inn near Smyrna, Tenn., waiting for a rain-delayed soccer tournament to resume.
Sitting on a hotel-room bed, I looked up from my laptop computer and realized the four of us – me, my wife and our two sons – were all wired and happily oblivious of one another.
I was pressing the refresh button on my MacBook for the millionth time to see if a line of thunderstorms on the National Weather Service radar had moved another 50 feet.
My 4-year-old son was on a couch tapping random patterns on an iPad drum-kit app.
Meanwhile, my 9-year-old son was scanning the Internet on his aunt’s iPad for the latest prices on NFL rookie cards.