Christmas Eve we had dinner at a restaurant in Cherry Hill. Next to our table there was a large party of some dozen or more people of all ages, representing, no doubt, several generations of the same family. From the gray haired patriarch and matriarch down the age scale to young children. At first there was much happy chatter as might be expected. Right out of a Norman Rockwell painting of a close family on Christmas Eve. Then, while orders were being taken, out came the I-pads, the phones, and whatever other gadgetry that modern man cannot live..or even eat…without.