As I reflect back and through this thing called life, I am reminded of things I did when I shared a room with my brother John. John is seven years older than me and yes we shared a room, well at least until we finished the basement and John was in college. Before the age of VHS and when a recording was audio we used to take a cassette recorder and place it near the TV speaker and be real quiet (except during the commercials) when we watched our favorite shows. We recorded the likes of Gilligan's Island, Hogan's Heroes, the Brady Bunch and Happy Days plus other half-hour shows because that is all you could record on one side of a cassette. At night we would play back the recordings and listen to the audio and muffle our laughter.
That was what life was like at 459 Holiday Drive in Decatur, Illinois. Today instead of listening to the crackled audio of Hogan's Heroes I catch up on what I missed on my iPad watching Hulu Plus or Netflix and sometimes I look up the classics on You Tube (type in Hogan's Heroes in the search).
I have traded in an old rectangular cassette player for an iPad. I no longer have shoe boxes filled with snap shots, I have external hard-drives with picture files. I have a Facebook page and "blogs" where I write down my feelings and offer advice to people who might not want it. I don't read a newspaper anymore because I get reminders on Yahoo and Google. My books are digital, I carry my iPad to church because my bible is downloaded. I am anonymous yet some of my previous posts have been read in Russia according to Google. Our "community" is more global.
