I hate to retire my old phone. I’ll really miss its buggy whip feature.
I remember futzing about with the tin foil we added to the antenna to get a clearer picture on the old black and white set. Kids these days…
I’ll… just let myself out.
I was able to fit the Chaucer’s Mead in the pantry, but the Sam Adams had to move to the garage. You know, for consistency.
And that’s why I need my morning tea: I’m looking for my brain.