You know...

[fresh_hellion]

I can't speak for other people, but if anyone had told me circa 1965 that in after years I would be resurrected on a computer and treated to entirely too much attention tea, my first impulse would not have been to beat my breast and tear my hair.

It may not be a better legacy than endless repetitions of selected smart remarks, but at least it's a

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[new_dealer]

Dorothy, my dear, they were barely putting together ENIAC when I shuffled off the mortal coil. Had I been told I'd turn up here some 60 years later, I would have thought the person mad; as if they'd read too many of those pulp magazines, or taken the editors of Popular Mechanics too serious. Certainly when a computer fills a large building in order to perform the most simple of tasks, what could I expect 60 years to have changed.

I should have thought more on the leap made from Kitty Hawk to jets within 40 years. Or of radios to televisions within 25 years. I should have been aware of the leaps that technology was seeming to make.

[fresh_hellion]

Yes, hasn't it? I've known dogs like that.

[new_dealer]

Well, at least you can say that you get invited to these tea socials. The only time others seem to bother with me is to argue about whether or not the poor are scurilous, or just shiftless. *grin*