By Willis Cook
My wife and I square dance with a small group of other dancers every Monday night. The youngest lady in the group, who is the caller’s wife, always comes with her laptop computer and her cell phone – and sometimes her wristwatch video camera or her digital recording pen. Whenever she’s not dancing, she’s futzing with her electronic gear.
The other night she showed us a computer game that she plays called FarmVille. It has an animated scene of a farm with several farm animals and the player has to perform the various farm chores, such as feeding the animals, cleaning the pens and whatnot. While the lady was demonstrating the game, a fox approached the chicken house. “Oh, there’s a fox!” she exclaimed and sent an old woman character out to chase the fox away.