This morning while on my way to take my dad to a doctor’s appointment, I waited at a stop light in front of the local high school. I remembered when my parents used to say, “Look both ways before you cross the street.” The automatons I watched cross the street didn’t even look UP, let alone look both ways. The pajama-clad teens had their noses stuck in their phones, oblivious to their peers walking next to them, to the fact they were crossing a rush-hour busy street. They somehow put out a feeler for the curb and stepped up, still not looking up from their screens. It was like watching robots that had been programmed to go from point A to point B and their GPS told them when to step over a curb and when to hang a right. I know I’m showing my age, but I would have been horrified to go to school in my pajama bottoms. The only time I wore pajamas to school was during spirit week on Pajama Day. Even then I didn’t wear my “real” PJs but...