I remem­ber sim­pler times.

 

There were days in my life when there were no wor­ries.  Hours went by that over­flowed with won­der and amaze­ment.  Tech­nol­ogy was sim­pler and the whole world seemed to move at a much sim­pler pace.

 

            I remem­ber sim­pler times.

 

A time of life when tele­phones with touch tones were a nov­elty and not a plebian arti­fact of the times we live.    They still held rotary dial­ing mechan­ics and were teth­ered to the rest of the world. We could not roam freely around the home that like the lux­ury we have today.   The term “cel­lu­lar tele­phone” was pro­nounced with all of it syl­la­bles and it was the size of a lunch box that you had to keep in your car.  There was an effort made to make calls and to com­mu­ni­cate with peo­ple.  There was no such thing as “always on communication”.

 

            I remem­ber sim­pler times.

 

Vans were not mini.  Cars were sleek and styl­ish.  There were cars that were not rounded at every cor­ner, and design seemed inspired.

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