By T.W. Burger
One of the dangers of becoming a superannuated human being, i.e., an old guy, is that one finds oneself becoming increasingly anecdotal. Those of us in this select group are prone to begin tales with “Why, back in my day….” and go from there to put any number of unfortunate folks into a coma.
I usually avoid talking about rotary phones, party lines, manual transmissions, and the days when “digital”