I think often about appropriate use of my cell phone. The topic seemed especially poignant when I switched over to an iPhone, a heart-breaking technological change in 2012. (Yes, I realize this was roughly five years after everyone else.) The switch to iPhone   My beloved Droid 3 had finally broken beyond repair.  I strolled to the Verizon store on 3rd Avenue, convincing myself that change was good.  The panic welling was the same as when I was five and my parents would decide to “upgrade” our refrigerator.  I still have an old-dog eared picture of my tearful, scraggly five-year-old self next to my cherished, ancient refrigerator during our lengthy…