[The Morning Edition] Update: The Computer's On Its Way

     I just talked to Fred. He called from the New Jersey Turnpike.
     I had just woken up and reclined lazily in bed, that twilight between sleep and full wakefulness. Then I hear this strange repetitive sound. By the fourth repetition I realize that it is the telephone. Fred said that he would call me when he was halfway to Long Island. (He is actually only 1/3 of the way, but the point is that he actually called, not to bail out of the trip, but to say that he was en route and in transit).
     Yes. Shock is setting in, I think; give me a while to assimilate this data.