Have Cell-Phones killed the art of conversation?As a writer observation is and must be a tool I utilize. Lately Ihave noticed something during my observations that disturbs memore than a little.Let me tell you about something that happened recently.I was seated on a crowded commuter train. Across the aisle tomy left where two bench seats facing one another, occupied by 8young people around 15 years of age at a guess. They crammedin 4 aside, amid much laughter. I smiled fondly at the gigglingand recalled my own daughter at that age.That’s where the similarity ended. The giggling was familiar, thebehavior wasn’t.I looked on in utter fascination as one by one they extractedmobile phones and set their collective thumbs to work. Withinseconds the carriage was filled with the sound of ringingtelephones or music…I thought at first they had each receivedincoming calls simultaneously, weird yes…but plausible.It soon became obvious from the loud conversations that theywere in fact talking to each other.They were sitting knee touching knee, with faces less than 3 feetaway from each other talking to each other by telephone.I was jolted. What the?I watched. Waiting for the body language and eye contact tostart.It didn’t.Each youngster had their right or left hand up to their ear. Eachwere gazing of into a distance, avoiding eye contact with any of the others.