On Noah’s SECOND school trip to Dollywood, he killed his cell phone on the Sidewinder. After sitting in the car for half an hour waiting for him after the last Chess Club meeting, Doug and I decided to try making one of the old phones from Doug’s electronics boneyard work for Noah. We found one that held a charge and handed it to Noah. He fumbled with it for all of five minutes before moaning, “I feel like you gave me a Caveman’s phone.”