We made our way along the Patriot's Path, my wife and I, in Morristown, NJ, past winding creeks and damp underbrush. I spied a turtle, and instinctively got down on my haunches, as our son, now 24, would do when he was a child, and went "SHHHH...
We live in a brave, constantly reinvented world, one where social networking sites are all the rage. And we even have a new name for what used to be called just "living": some now call it IRL--"in real life"--as if the time when we're...