This past weekend, I saw a father and son waiting outside Poblano's, where I went to get Mexican takeout. The father was pacing, the son was playing his Game Boy. The next morning, Gary and I were leaving Bob Evans after breakfast, and I saw a family waiting, with a boy playing his Game Boy. And there we were, after spending an afternoon fishing at the pier, cleaning up and getting ready to go, when suddenly -- after hours of unplugged relaxation -- Colter pulled out his Game Boy.
Colter is part of a Game Boy generation, a generation of boys and girls who entertain themselves electronically in the car, in the waiting room, wherever they go.
It is a device they have in common, the way my generation had our pink princess phone. It provides them with an immediate way to connect, as our phones did for my friends and me.
So, are Game Boys binding his generation together or keeping them apart?
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