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Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by Togman, Dec 4, 2020.
I don't remember the 60's
You haven't suffered the 60's unless you had to talk to your buddies on a Princess phone.
Ok. What I meant though, was that I was not born until 1966. Y'all are OLD.
I don't either. I was only 3 years old when they ended.
Both cross my mind in interesting ways. My wife and I have taken a lot of grief from some for areas where we're not so traditional but we've had making and eating meals together as a big deal all along. Friends and family sure we were or are so wrong haven't had their marriages last as long, and the ways we've been quite open and allowing risk with the kids hasn't (yet) seemed to do harm.
My phone is center of my work life but I don't do games or have it at the table like many do. The many alarms and notifications it gets can be an interruption. I'm not that smart but smart enough to usually keep my mouth shut when my wife's doing the candy crush thing at the table.
Somewhat irrelevant because some of the same phones were probably still there a decade later.
In the 60’s parents had a lot of children
Now children have a lot of parents
I remember “drop a dime” was not a good thing in conversations.
Yeah, you're probably right, be 45yrs since I watched the Doc.
He woulda had too many people trying to get in if was just a phone-box.
Hard to believe that way back in the 60's we were allowed to climb trees, shoot BB guns, experiment with science sets, ride our bicycles on busy streets, go to school with other kids...
Not the 1960's but the 1980's. Here's the "hot line" phone I grew up with, I had my own line to my bedroom. I loved this phone because mine had a volume lever I could adjust so that it made almost no sound. I kept it under my bed so I could reach down and pick up the receiver when my friends called me late at night so it wouldn't wake my parents up (they were asleep in the bedroom next to mine):
In the 60s the phone ringing did not mean that your number was on every spam/scam outfit on the planet. I have a "call blocker" device loaded with 1500 blocked numbers and I've blocked almost 400 in the past year, yet I still get those calls pretty much every day, early as 6:15am, late as 8:30pm. And-----yes I'm on the "Do Not Call" list.
As a kid at my uncles house, (59'/60'), I used to have to spin a crank sticking out of the side of the wall phone and then call out into the phone to see if an operator was there. Dial phones were worse. They were like the first "do it yourself". I really missed the lady operator who would ask who I was calling and connect me to them. Then again, what with all lines being party lines, you had no idea who was listening in to your conversation until you went to the Velvet Freeze later that day and found out who was telling what to whoever was eagerly listening.
I used to think that too. We didn't wear seatbelts, we had lead paint and asbestos, we didn't wear helmets while riding bike, and we all survived...
and then I realized that a lot of us in fact did not.
survive, that is
I’m old enough that none of my 3 children ever had a cell phone until they left the house. Never asked for one. I never had to deal with the inter web when I was raising my children. We didn’t have a computer in my house until 1999 the year my youngest went to college. Sometimes it’s good to start a family when your young and stupid!
It's ironic, when I get together with family it's universally grandmas and grandpas who are staring at their phones the whole time.
They're probably chuckling at this comic.
I apologise for these calls. I just wanted to know your opinion on whether I should have a Maple or Rosewood board on my latest build.