I do this every year with a group of my friends. We head off to the cabin of Bob's family, a little north of the Twin Cities. Far enough off the beaten path that it is out of cell phone coverage and the family voted long ago to not have a land line installed. It is a blessed four days cut off from the insistence and immediacy of daily communication.
Try this little experiment. Next time the phone rings, don't answer it.
Feels weird doesn't it?
When did we become slaves to communication? Were the first telephones able to command our attention in this fashion?
I remember having a party line when we lived in a farmhouse in my youth. Even then, in the midst of the 1970s, people would listen in on the line as a form of entertainment. The precursor to reality TV, I suppose.
So it is refreshing, invigorating even, to not only get away from it all but to be incapable of participating in the cacophony of modern communication. We'll spend our time playing our wargame, watching movies, cooking fabulous food, consuming an astounding amount of alcohol, and talking. Just shooting the breeze. In all its ubiquity, it seems modern communication leaves this basic need unfulfilled.