But you did have a working TK-50 at home, didn’t you? 
I was visiting my aunt in the hospital recently and noticed changes in the beds and linens. I commented to the nurse that eventually no one would know what ‘hospital corners’ were.
She didn’t know what they were.
I remember when touchtone ™ dailing was part of a display in the AT&T pavillion in Disneyland’s Tomorrowland. There was a regular dial and a touchtone pad and the display would time you as you used both with whatever phone numbers you wanted to try, to show that the touchtone was faster. That was in the lobby leading into the Circlevision 360 theater. I miss that.
Of course I’m old enough to remember when they had an Indian Village in Frontierland.
Ha! Paul, I guess you and I have at least that in common. Remember when you used to be able to do all that stuff in the military w/o feeling tired or having pain? 18 years ago I could work all day, go out with my buddies to the local bars, and still be up on time bright eyed and bushy tailed for morning PT.
Nowadays i’m grateful I wake up at all.
When I went to recruiting school one thing they said to use “older” guys is that we had to remember that some of the kids we talked to had never seen or used a rotary phone, had never seen a TV that had a knob and no remote, had always had a digital watch and did not own a PC when there was no internet. Heck, my ipod has more memory than my first computer. Give it time…there will be kids that won’t know what a VHS tape is.
My uncle must have felt that way when talking to me. If you asked him for a number he’d give you ***letters ***and numbers! He;s passed on now, but when I used to visit him in the late 90’s and tell him "I think I should call Aunt Franny to let her know I’m home on leave…whats her number?" he’d say ***“PFA-5555” ***or something. My older cousin had to explain that thats how they gave out numbers in the old days.
I know I’m old when the US presidents start being younger than I am. Like Barack Obama; finally, a president younger than I am. And younger than the wife.
I think this is a true age milestone.
Is that a DEC Tape drive? I don’t have one, but I do have DEC Tape at home containing stuff I did in grad school. This was long before VAXen, when the PDP 11/40 was the state of the art.
As for C, I remember getting the Bell Labs Tech Memo on it when I was in grad school. I bit later, when I moved to a place with Multics, I programmed in BCPL, which was a predecessor of C.
You young whippersnapper! I passed that milestone 15 years ago. (I’d passed my first birthday when William Jefferson Blythe was born).
Yesterday I passed an RV with its signal light while on the highway, no where to turn - an old man was driving and he was going about 5 MPH under the speed limit. You don’t get much more cliche than that.
The last rotary phone I had to try and use was the only public phone in a State Park in the mid 90’s. It was a good thing I had that calling card feature, since I couldn’t activate it on the rotary phone. I only needed to drive about fifty miles to get to a usable phone. There wasn’t a point to having it there either, because there wasn’t any local place you would have called. Everybody needed to have about $5 in quarters handy to use it.
Phonographs attract teens also. They want to see one work.
Old fart. 
I remember that in the 1965 NY World’s Fair!
BTW, what ever happened to those? I’m pretty sure Mahaloth’s students wouldn’t have the foggiest idea of what those were. :eek:
This is reminding me about what a big deal it was the first time we got phones that could be unplugged from the wall or a phone socket. Imagine! A telephone that was NOT permanently linked to the wall! Awesome!
And I miss the old heavy-duty black, clunky, rotary-dial phones, too.
The first time that a teenager called me Maam was pretty disturbing but the worst was when one of my programmers asked me if things like toggle switches, teletypes, punch tapes and card readers were real or just something old programmers made up to show off.
Another time was at a local show and at the end I looked around the room and saw that it was almost all 60 year old hippies holding hands, swaying back and forth and singing ‘All You Need Is Love’ at the top of their lungs. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
I started coaching baseball when I was 19, the year after I finished playing. For the next couple years I was tormented by kids I had played with, and they told the next generation of kids all about it too, so it was probably six or seven years later before the kids were just calling me “Coach Jim” and had no recollection of me as just another player.
Fast forward a few more years and I have my first opportunity to say to a 15-year-old, “You should listen to me because I was coaching in this league before you were born.” Gaaaaaack!
And earlier this year the league presented me with the very first “Long-Time Service Award” as thanks for my 21 years of contributions. At the banquet, our keynote speaker was one of the very, very few players (four, to be exact) to ever make it to the Majors out of our city. He lasted seven years in the Bigs before his arm finally gave out for good last season. When I was introduced to him he didn’t remember me (it was too long ago), but I remembered him. Double Gaaaack!
P.S. I also remember our family having rotary phones up until the late 80s. We were also the first family on our block to get Pong at home around 1977. I remember the day when we got our first colour TV (1973-ish). And our very first home computer was a Commodore Vic-20, packed with a whopping 5K of RAM. Woo Hoo!
Did you use the picturephones there?
The future has finally caught up - we make video calls to our daughter in Germany using Skype all the time now. Only took 44 years.
I’ve felt old ever since I asserted to my 18-or-older students that they were adults, and they said I was wrong. Since I am (really) only a few years older than they are, I said that if I was an adult, they certainly were. And they laughed. 
Was he wearing a hat?
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I went to the local PX for Quartermaster socks, nice and thick and warm.
Modern soldiers are about twelve years old, insanely fit and unfailingly polite to old soldiers. Like me. Makes me want to slap them, except they are all insanely fit.
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Tell me about it.
I’m a Brit but I was visiting a Marine base in San Diego when I wasn’t even as old as I am now!
And all the young leathernecks acted as though they wanted to help me across the road when they weren’t looking around for my slippers and hotwater bottle.