Post Edited (Chutz) : 8/29/2010 11:13:39 PM (GMT-6)
Boy...some of us are real dinosuars, aren't we...LOL! I was trying to explain 'party lines' on telephones when I was a kid to one of my sons and he was slack jawed. You mean you had to wait for some stranger to hang up before you could talk for three hours to someone you just saw ten minutes ago on the school bus? Oh, don't get me started on 'phones'. My DIL can sit here and have a conversation with me while texting a hundred words a minute without even looking at her cell phone.
Anyway...I gotta go microwave. I pulled the door open, the handle flew across the room and I had the hubby in the car to buy a new one before he knew what hit him. I remember my first micro...it was a Litton. It weighed about a thousand pounds and took up an entire counter top. It traveled to a dorm room for four years with one of my sons, then to his first apartment...I think it died about 12 years later.(the latch on the door broke) Don't even get me started on how long appliances last these days....when my mom died a few years ago she had a fridge in her garage that was purchased when I was in junior high school and it was still running...
'The times, they are a changin'!