This is 99% invisible. I'm Roman Mars.

Oh, that's my phone. Sorry, let me just dismiss that.

Producer James T. Green.

Sorry, honestly, is this rare that I even keep my phone on vibrate or anything other than silent?

It's kind of rare that I get calls at all.

Yeah, because millennials are killing phone calls.

I mean, well, kind of, but I can still remember a time which would phone calls.

Like, specifically when I was younger, probably around 15 years old.

I remember family parties at my great-grandmother's house.

The smells were that of pound cake and baked macaroni and cheese.

The sounds were of gossip and complaints and bravado.

But there's one noise that was constant and it came from my uncle Scooter.

Or rather, from his phone.

See, family functions in my mother's house back then.

Everybody left their cell phones on.

Even before they bled to food.

See, Scooter was the definition of a cool uncle.

I remember him wearing a lot of white even though our meals were pretty messy.

He was the sunglasses indoors kind of guy.

Sitting at the head of the table as he leaned back,

the sunlight through the screen door would shine on his linked bracelet.

And his flip phone was always clipped to his belt.

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