A few weeks or so after Thanksgiving, I was sitting on my front porch with two friends. We were sharing some bourbon and cigars and my phone lit up with a message from Rush. He and my wife have variants of the same type of lung cancer, though hers was caught very early and her treatment has thus far contained it. But Rush knew she had an older iPhone with touch-ID and he had been chiding me to upgrade her. He didn’t quite understand my wife’s resistance to technology and insisted I was neglecting my wife by failing to give her a state of the art phone.