Commentary: Fresh peaches, a cell phone and everything else

Every September around my birthday, my friends J. and J. bring me a big box of perfectly ripe peaches of a particular variety from a particular orchard in Northern Utah. They do it because they love me and because I share their conviction that eating fine peaches — and these are really fine peaches — is one of life’s great pleasures. I always thank them for the peaches and for remembering me.And with each bite and accompanying slurp, I thank God for somehow creating and orderin