As I frequently tell people who call me at home and are forced to be so old fashioned as to actually leave a message because I have neither voice mail nor caller ID… I like my world. On a good day, I couldn’t care less that I even have a phone. Often, I’m here and I don’t answer. And I think to myself, am I the only person left in the world who can let a phone ring and not really give a damn? The answer is no, my brother is the other person.