Tuesday, February 9, 2016
I told you I miss my comb!
In another blog entry I said I had carried a comb for years and one of its major uses was to remove frost from my windshield. Well one morning recently I went out to the car early. It looked like moisture all over the windshield (I think Rick described it as a car covered in a gauze blanket, the dude is good with descriptive phrases.). Anyway with a towel I started to wipe, and it was ICE not water. That is unusual for Florida. Believe it or not, my right hand automatically went to my right back pocket where I had carried a comb for over 60 years. Then I remembered, ‘YOU NO LONGER CARRY A COMB.”
So, a gallon of warm water solved my problem.
Old habits die hard. For many years after I started driving, the headlight dimmer switch was on the floorboard to the left of the clutch (remember them?).
Then the engineers relocated it to the steering column. For years afterwards I automatically hunted the dimmer switch with my left foot.
I get my wiper and headlights mixed up to this day. If you remember God created them on the dash, to the left of the steering wheel. Clearly labeled ‘Headlights’ and ‘Wiper’, I never got them confused (unless Sherry was smooching me).
Keys, remember when the key slid into a lock with the ‘jagged (rough)’ edge down? Then someone came in and messed with the divine plan and I had to learn to put the key in ‘upside-down!’ Since the rule was broken keys ain’t even keys no-more. We rented a van that had a usb plug as a key, not even metal. I knew a guy whose finger print locked and unlocked his car. NOTHING IS SACRED.
I joke about it but honestly it is hard for the older mind to fathom or comprehend a life today. As I write this I remember a time as a computer repairman out computer required 1200 sq ft plus an 800 sqft A/C room. Now the simplest of phones can do more than that Burroughs computer, faster.
Life is better in many ways. I sit here and communicate with a man in Hawaii and a childhood friend now in Athens, Greece. At one time a call to Athens would never have been considered. Now it is accepted as common placed.
PS: With all the advancements, in my mind there is nothing better than water from a wooden bucked drawn from Great Grandpa Hilly’s well out back of the house down in Georgia.