I just saw a nan riding a bike. A woman of 85 on bright blue bicycle with a flower covered helmet. She was smiling and tapping her foot to a song that probably only exists in her head.
I think I just figured out what I want to be when I grow up.
Until then, I will be in the park. I will be in the park, on my fleece blanket, conducting any business that doesn’t require a cash register or a video camera. If the IPhone can send it, read it, capture it, contact it… Then it will be done in the park.
Obviously, there is a WordPress app.