usie laughed and the little dimple on the side of her cheek flared, then she got this serious look on her face and said, "I mean my PDA talks to my Cell Phone."

"Oh," I feigned dumb, "What do you mean," curious if she really knew what she was talking about, but she did.

Susie told me w

Last week at the coffee shop I met my friend Susie; a woman who some years back could barely operate the VCR and the remote control on her TV. But, my friend's come a long ways. Now, instead of being a customer service representative for the phone company, she has her own business fixing up houses before owners put them on the market for sale. The business is doing quite well too. Our of a sheer necessity to keep in touch with her clients and manage all the appointments Susie confessed to me over a double latte that she went "techno", she had to, and even worse for her to admit she liked it. In fact, Susie bragged so much about using the PDA with her cell phone, that at first I thought she meant the other kind of PDA, the one known as a public display of affection. Of course when I teased Susie about that, she admonished me and told me to get my mind out of the gutter.

Susie explained how fast cable surfing was and again I thought she meant something else other than technical version, so I launched into a story about body surfing and winding up stuck in some rip tide and getting so tired my arms and legs felt like they'd gone swimming in a washing machine. Of course Susie laughed and the little dimple on the side of her cheek flared, then she got this serious look on her face and said, "I mean my PDA talks to my Cell Phone."

"Oh," I feigned dumb, "What do you mean," curious if she really knew what she was talking about, but she did.

Susie told me w

before owners put them on the market for sale. The business is doing quite well too. Our of a sheer necessity to keep in touch with her clients and manage all the appointments Susie confessed to me over a double latte that she went "techno", she had to, and even worse for her to admit she liked it. In fact, Susie bragged so much about using the PDA with her cell phone, that at first I thought she meant the other kind of PDA, the one known as a public display of affection. Of course when I teased Susie about that, she admonished me and told me to get my mind out of the gutter.

Susie explained how fast cable surfing was and again I thought she meant something else other than technical version, so I launched into a story about body surfing and winding up stuck in some rip tide and getting so tired my arms and legs felt like they'd gone swimming in a washing machine. Of course Susie laughed and the little dimple on the side of her cheek flared, then she got this serious look on her face and said, "I mean my PDA talks to my Cell Phone."

"Oh," I feigned dumb, "What do you mean," curious if she really knew what she was talking about, but she did.

Susie told me w

t. In fact, Susie bragged so much about using the PDA with her cell phone, that at first I thought she meant the other kind of PDA, the one known as a public display of affection. Of course when I teased Susie about that, she admonished me and told me to get my mind out of the gutter.

Susie explained how fast cable surfing was and again I thought she meant something else other than technical version, so I launched into a story about body surfing and winding up stuck in some rip tide and getting so tired my arms and legs felt like they'd gone swimming in a washing machine. Of course Susie laughed and the little dimple on the side of her cheek flared, then she got this serious look on her face and said, "I mean my PDA talks to my Cell Phone."

"Oh," I feigned dumb, "What do you mean," curious if she really knew what she was talking about, but she did.

Susie told me w

explained how fast cable surfing was and again I thought she meant something else other than technical version, so I launched into a story about body surfing and winding up stuck in some rip tide and getting so tired my arms and legs felt like they'd gone swimming in a washing machine. Of course Susie laughed and the little dimple on the side of her cheek flared, then she got this serious look on her face and said, "I mean my PDA talks to my Cell Phone."

"Oh," I feigned dumb, "What do you mean," curious if she really knew what she was talking about, but she did.

Susie told me w

usie laughed and the little dimple on the side of her cheek flared, then she got this serious look on her face and said, "I mean my PDA talks to my Cell Phone."

"Oh," I feigned dumb, "What do you mean," curious if she really knew what she was talking about, but she did.

Susie told me with her Pocket PC she could surf the net at broadband speeds and that it is all possible because of a small cable attached to her cell phone. Using the web browser she checks out movie listings, the weather, road conditions, restaurants and more. I tried to do the same thing on my own cell phone, but the web pages took to long to load and I lost patience.

She mentioned how she went to the website Gomadic (www.gomadic.com) and ordered their Wireless Internet Cable, which matched her LG5350 cell phone to her HP iPAQ 5555 Pocket PC and spent all of $39.95, plus $9.95 for an Add-on Laptop Adapter, which is less than Susie, spends on her monthly mocha latte allotment. Susie liked the fact that Gomadic offers a lifetime warranty on their products and offers a cable exchange program. Plus, if you end up getting a new cell phone or a Pocket PC and require a different cable, all that's required is for you to ship back the old cable and Gomadic will send you a new cable for free. Susie said, "They believe in service and for them it's not some dying dinosaur." That's my gal, always one to spin the sarcasm yarn when it's well deserved.

I asked Susie how tough it was to hook