My brother lives in the moors of Devon and can tell you about the mating habits of the red fox. The outdoors is his preferred planet. Chopping wood he is well-versed in, technology not so much. The other day when he had to change a Gmail password, his face had the intense flush of a man attempting to alter nuclear codes. 

Usually, at this point, older folks summon their eye-rolling children. We live in overlapping worlds of sometimes separate languages. They transport themselves via virtual reality, we communicated through a telex machine. Let it not be said that only we get confused, because so do they. The sweetest story I heard recently was about a young adult who bought her dad one of those retro turntables and a single vinyl record. The Beatles, of course.