I'm the keeper of old things. Old typewriters. Bottles. Farm implements. My house is in some ways a museum of a slice of Americana. In the photo I am touching the typewriter used by Mickey Spillane. And as awesome as that was, I am enamored with technology, especially new technologies.
I had a wireless telephone the minute one was available. A car phone, it was called, but it was capable of more! My Mazda was outfitted with a speaker so I could drive hands free. It was crude by Bluetooth standards of today, but it was top-of-line, cutting-edge. I saw the beauty in communicating while traveling, then and now.
Even old-school fax machines are magic to me. I put a photo in here, and it comes out there. The original is unchanged. A faux original exists elsewhere. Magic. The original text messaging system. With technology, life moves at no less then the speed of light and sound, 770 miles per hour and 900,000 times faster than that. Wow!
I once heard someone say that we shouldn't get married to today's technology. If we do that, we can't move forward. At whatever speed we want to.