Although, without a blower motor, your heater was useless, and to be fair, you can always light a gas stove with a match or lighter.
This isn’t thread-pooping; there’s a point coming: I’m somewhat of a luddite for today’s software applications, especially the “social” stuff. Texting? Yuck. “Social Media” sites? Fake friends and followers. Twitter? Who cares. Facebook, etc.? No interest (and they mostly offend my eyes and ears). Instant messaging? Only in-game. For everything else, there’s email when it’s not urgent, voicemail when not near a computer, and actual live voice communications when needing to carry on a conversation. If texting were easy, I’d use it a little bit more; as is I treat it as a text-pager (you remember text pagers, right?), and only “text” né page when I’m at a PC to compose my message.
I was born in 1971, and via the intermediate school district and a family librarian (actual library science librarian), I had early exposure to all sorts of cool stuff, like Commodore Pets (the real keyboard version), Apples ]['s, media center gadgets, and so on. I was given a 2kb TRS-80 MC-10 computer when I was young, and started a paper route just to purchase a Commodore 128 (I wanted to one-up all the C=64 owners I was jealous of). The internet wasn’t sorely missing; I had BBS’s and Quantum Link. Instead of fighting my parents for a cell phone as do the kids today, I had to make the case for my own land line. I brought my computer to Speech class and did a multimedia slide show years before anyone knew of Harvard Graphics or PowerPoint. Man, I was a technology pioneer.
FWIW, here in Michigan you can still get smoking seating. You can in Ontario, too, as long as you’re willing to sit outside. During the summer, the popular places there are empty inside, and bursting at the seams on the patio.
We didn’t have cable, but we had Canadian broadcast television in addition to our own. We used to fake putting on our seatbelts when crossing into Canada, because they had some strange law about requiring passengers to use them! We would get gasoline there, because it was so much cheaper than in Michigan, even with the bridge toll. Getting across the bridge in either direction was just a matter of declaring one’s citizenship, without documentary evidence.
The family car had a separate set of tires for the winter versus the summer. You couldn’t just turn a key for a 1/4 second to start your car; you had to fiddle with the gas pedal. Cinemas only had one screen. Drive-in movies were still popular. A&W was a car-hop style restaurant instead of a drive-through joint (similar in function to Sonic today).
I didn’t have to wear a helmet on my bike, even living on a gravel road, even after having spilled one day and scraping myself up pretty badly all over the place. We could bike 1/4 mile down the road to lake Huron all by ourselves, and swim if we wanted to. I was eventually allowed to ride the city bus all by myself.
There was no such thing as Wal-Mart, and prior to Sam’s Club there was Pace Warehouse. Things cost money, but they were usually well made, and one repaired them when they broke.