We live in the Sharing Economy. But what we're not sharing are sit down meals in the dining room. Those we chow down in front of a film beamed from the Internet, the latest episode from an AMC series, at the counter in the kitchen island or in the car on the way to where we run with our dogs.
The rich, reports The Wall Street Journal, have even reconfigured the rooms of their mansions. Gone is the dining room, now an anchronism in a digital, fitness era. Here is that article.
Baby Boomers will recall how much of the plots of "Father Knows Best" took place around the dining room table. Wise insurance industry guy Jim Anderson would sit at the head of the table. There he would extract all the inner conflicts Kitten or Bud might be having. Then there would smiles all around.
The last time I remember a dining room scene on TV it was when Alicia was struggling with her budget on "The Good Wife." There she sat, as she wondered if she would be a keep or throw back at the law firm. Tears welled up. More often the homefront scenes were in the children's rooms where their laptops were.
This holiday weekend I will be sharing hand to mouth meals such as delivered reduced-carb, heavy on veggies pizza with my new Arizona acquaintances on our patios.