“The next year, I stuffed envelopes for Barry Goldwater’s presidential campaign and there weren’t any television attack ads.”
Hmm... how about “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, zero.....KABOOM!”
Anyway, I was thirteen in 1962 and a kid’s life was as described elsewhere on this thread, near Green Bay WI where there was lots of fishing in the summer & and hockey played on any patch of ice in the winter.
Then the JFK assassination the following year, on my birthday. World turned upside down in an instant.
Today I have one cellphone (my wife’s), one TV for news & info, we share a laptop & I refuse to buy a digital cam. I listen to Rush & Glenn on my 1968 Zenith Trans-Oceanic. My car is not fully broken in until I’ve driven it for at least ten years. The only ancient feature missing from our kitchen is Betty Furness.
I-phone? What’s an I-phone?
“I-phone? What’s an I-phone?”
Same here, I still use a jihad phone (i.e., pay by the minute). Seems to work great when you have a computer at home and at work.