The youngest grandson turned fifteen a few days ago. I stopped by to visit with him a bit. He owed me a chat because he went to Australia this summer and he had not yet given me a report on the experience.
Brayton shared his pictures with me and gave me some commentary on the trip. Not bad, really, for a teenage boy to be able to talk with his grandfather even if the two of us do occupy different worlds. Or so it seems to me sometimes. Young people these days pick up electronic gadgets and almost without conscious thought push the right buttons to obtain their desired results. Anything with more than three buttons is a mystery to me, with the exception of the standard qwerty keyboard. And do you know how long that has been standard? I don't even use the AC and the radio in the car because I have to know the three buttons for lights, wiper, and seat adjustment because BBBH drives the car too. Don't get me started on buttons within buttons and multifunction "stalks" sticking out of the steering column.
Anyway, back to Brayton. It is interesting the things that impressed the lad. In one picture he was holding a koala in his arms and the pleasure of the experience was evident both on his face in the picture and in the response to my comment, that response being, "Yeah." But when I noted a picture of the Sydney Opera House and asked if he had had the opportunity to visit its interior, the boy lit up. Yes. It was fantastic. And what impressed him most? The basement area and its work rooms, the commodious space for people therein to practice their skills or their arts. The size of the rooms. You never know what someone else will enthuse about. See, I didn't even know the place had a basement. (Though of course I was not surprised.)
Conjecture might conjure up some of the ways in which the world might change in the next sixty-some years before Brayton attains my current age, but likely with much inaccuracy. Little do we know what might develop, just as I am amazed at the developments that have occurred in the short space of my own memory. I won't get to see Brayton's world of 2075, but I wish for him the maintenance of the sense of awe and wonder that will enable him to absorb and enjoy the changes as they come.