Originally Posted by
sailortats
A brief hijack -- I can't help but think back to being a youngster in New Hampshire in the 40s. We had a crank telephone, you cranked it and the operator, who happened to be my cousin, came on line and all you had to say was "put me through to Guy or Ray or Annie. No last names, she knew who you wanted.
Nowadays it seems that "phones" are used to take pictures more than to call people. Can't imagine what they will do in another 50 years.
I shall also have my phone about my persons. And in 50 years we will all be wearing a google glass type device.
The hielan' man he wears the kilt, even when it's snowin';
He kens na where the wind comes frae,
But he kens fine where its goin'.
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