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Slovenian Drinking Song: Živijo, oj živijo (Cheers) - YouTube[^] somewhat Czech and Slovak , and others, version of "happy birthday.." PS I am a "war baby" too - 10 years younger than you. Sometime I wonder how did I managed to just survive..
Yup. If I had known I would live this long, I would have taken better care of myself :) Started out with Assembler and Fortran (only choices back in the day). Now, I can't keep up so I cobble together Python scripts. Fortunately, Chris's GPAI does what I need for our 14 cameras and Blue Iris.
>64 It’s weird being the same age as old people. Live every day like it is your last; one day, it will be.
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Well, today is my 90th. What happened to the time? tl:dr Happy Birthday to me. I was thinking about what significant developments I have seen. The power of smartphones pales in comparison to some. Indoor plumbing, yes there were still outhouses back in the day. I recall WWII, especially the end. Gold stars in the windows. Never be another generation like that. My father participated in a program named something like bundles for Britain. He made a lifelong snail mail (priceless) friend. Vaccines (sorry anti-vaxers). My best friend through high school died of Polio. Medicine: Antibiotics, cancer treatments (my mother died of leukemia, the treatment back then was "eat a lot of red meat"), today's surgery techniques (Wow). Much more. Now AI? Our first television, 1948, black and white, largest screen available: 10". Weighed a ton. Watched the world series. Power steering, power brakes and automatic transmissions. EV's? Won't go there. My first "computer experience", actually an accounting system, 7 words of core memory, vacuum tubes (valves for you right ponders) could only add, subtract and multiply. People ran payroll on it. Slow? you bet. My first experience with a computer monitoring open heart surgery patients. 1970. etc, etc, etc. Just a Thought: A Keeper Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there would always be more. But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away... never to return. So... While we have it... it's best we love it... And care for it.... And fix it when it's broken..... And heal it when it's sick. This is true... For marriage.... And old cars.... And children with bad report cards..... Dogs and cats with bad hips.... And aging parents.... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. L
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Well, today is my 90th. What happened to the time? tl:dr Happy Birthday to me. I was thinking about what significant developments I have seen. The power of smartphones pales in comparison to some. Indoor plumbing, yes there were still outhouses back in the day. I recall WWII, especially the end. Gold stars in the windows. Never be another generation like that. My father participated in a program named something like bundles for Britain. He made a lifelong snail mail (priceless) friend. Vaccines (sorry anti-vaxers). My best friend through high school died of Polio. Medicine: Antibiotics, cancer treatments (my mother died of leukemia, the treatment back then was "eat a lot of red meat"), today's surgery techniques (Wow). Much more. Now AI? Our first television, 1948, black and white, largest screen available: 10". Weighed a ton. Watched the world series. Power steering, power brakes and automatic transmissions. EV's? Won't go there. My first "computer experience", actually an accounting system, 7 words of core memory, vacuum tubes (valves for you right ponders) could only add, subtract and multiply. People ran payroll on it. Slow? you bet. My first experience with a computer monitoring open heart surgery patients. 1970. etc, etc, etc. Just a Thought: A Keeper Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there would always be more. But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away... never to return. So... While we have it... it's best we love it... And care for it.... And fix it when it's broken..... And heal it when it's sick. This is true... For marriage.... And old cars.... And children with bad report cards..... Dogs and cats with bad hips.... And aging parents.... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. L
Thanks for sharing this and happy birthday.
Jeremy Falcon
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Well, today is my 90th. What happened to the time? tl:dr Happy Birthday to me. I was thinking about what significant developments I have seen. The power of smartphones pales in comparison to some. Indoor plumbing, yes there were still outhouses back in the day. I recall WWII, especially the end. Gold stars in the windows. Never be another generation like that. My father participated in a program named something like bundles for Britain. He made a lifelong snail mail (priceless) friend. Vaccines (sorry anti-vaxers). My best friend through high school died of Polio. Medicine: Antibiotics, cancer treatments (my mother died of leukemia, the treatment back then was "eat a lot of red meat"), today's surgery techniques (Wow). Much more. Now AI? Our first television, 1948, black and white, largest screen available: 10". Weighed a ton. Watched the world series. Power steering, power brakes and automatic transmissions. EV's? Won't go there. My first "computer experience", actually an accounting system, 7 words of core memory, vacuum tubes (valves for you right ponders) could only add, subtract and multiply. People ran payroll on it. Slow? you bet. My first experience with a computer monitoring open heart surgery patients. 1970. etc, etc, etc. Just a Thought: A Keeper Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there would always be more. But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away... never to return. So... While we have it... it's best we love it... And care for it.... And fix it when it's broken..... And heal it when it's sick. This is true... For marriage.... And old cars.... And children with bad report cards..... Dogs and cats with bad hips.... And aging parents.... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. L
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Well, today is my 90th. What happened to the time? tl:dr Happy Birthday to me. I was thinking about what significant developments I have seen. The power of smartphones pales in comparison to some. Indoor plumbing, yes there were still outhouses back in the day. I recall WWII, especially the end. Gold stars in the windows. Never be another generation like that. My father participated in a program named something like bundles for Britain. He made a lifelong snail mail (priceless) friend. Vaccines (sorry anti-vaxers). My best friend through high school died of Polio. Medicine: Antibiotics, cancer treatments (my mother died of leukemia, the treatment back then was "eat a lot of red meat"), today's surgery techniques (Wow). Much more. Now AI? Our first television, 1948, black and white, largest screen available: 10". Weighed a ton. Watched the world series. Power steering, power brakes and automatic transmissions. EV's? Won't go there. My first "computer experience", actually an accounting system, 7 words of core memory, vacuum tubes (valves for you right ponders) could only add, subtract and multiply. People ran payroll on it. Slow? you bet. My first experience with a computer monitoring open heart surgery patients. 1970. etc, etc, etc. Just a Thought: A Keeper Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there would always be more. But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away... never to return. So... While we have it... it's best we love it... And care for it.... And fix it when it's broken..... And heal it when it's sick. This is true... For marriage.... And old cars.... And children with bad report cards..... Dogs and cats with bad hips.... And aging parents.... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. L
Thanks all!!
>64 It’s weird being the same age as old people. Live every day like it is your last; one day, it will be.
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Thanks all!!
>64 It’s weird being the same age as old people. Live every day like it is your last; one day, it will be.
Maybe you should rename yourself to The 90-year-young-genius
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Well, today is my 90th. What happened to the time? tl:dr Happy Birthday to me. I was thinking about what significant developments I have seen. The power of smartphones pales in comparison to some. Indoor plumbing, yes there were still outhouses back in the day. I recall WWII, especially the end. Gold stars in the windows. Never be another generation like that. My father participated in a program named something like bundles for Britain. He made a lifelong snail mail (priceless) friend. Vaccines (sorry anti-vaxers). My best friend through high school died of Polio. Medicine: Antibiotics, cancer treatments (my mother died of leukemia, the treatment back then was "eat a lot of red meat"), today's surgery techniques (Wow). Much more. Now AI? Our first television, 1948, black and white, largest screen available: 10". Weighed a ton. Watched the world series. Power steering, power brakes and automatic transmissions. EV's? Won't go there. My first "computer experience", actually an accounting system, 7 words of core memory, vacuum tubes (valves for you right ponders) could only add, subtract and multiply. People ran payroll on it. Slow? you bet. My first experience with a computer monitoring open heart surgery patients. 1970. etc, etc, etc. Just a Thought: A Keeper Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there would always be more. But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away... never to return. So... While we have it... it's best we love it... And care for it.... And fix it when it's broken..... And heal it when it's sick. This is true... For marriage.... And old cars.... And children with bad report cards..... Dogs and cats with bad hips.... And aging parents.... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. L
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Well, today is my 90th. What happened to the time? tl:dr Happy Birthday to me. I was thinking about what significant developments I have seen. The power of smartphones pales in comparison to some. Indoor plumbing, yes there were still outhouses back in the day. I recall WWII, especially the end. Gold stars in the windows. Never be another generation like that. My father participated in a program named something like bundles for Britain. He made a lifelong snail mail (priceless) friend. Vaccines (sorry anti-vaxers). My best friend through high school died of Polio. Medicine: Antibiotics, cancer treatments (my mother died of leukemia, the treatment back then was "eat a lot of red meat"), today's surgery techniques (Wow). Much more. Now AI? Our first television, 1948, black and white, largest screen available: 10". Weighed a ton. Watched the world series. Power steering, power brakes and automatic transmissions. EV's? Won't go there. My first "computer experience", actually an accounting system, 7 words of core memory, vacuum tubes (valves for you right ponders) could only add, subtract and multiply. People ran payroll on it. Slow? you bet. My first experience with a computer monitoring open heart surgery patients. 1970. etc, etc, etc. Just a Thought: A Keeper Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there would always be more. But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away... never to return. So... While we have it... it's best we love it... And care for it.... And fix it when it's broken..... And heal it when it's sick. This is true... For marriage.... And old cars.... And children with bad report cards..... Dogs and cats with bad hips.... And aging parents.... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. L
Yes, yes, yes on so may counts. 7 words of memory - get after it now. Polio was life crippling. That lab created crap... well yeah. I remember all things being fixed too. And my mom in her house dress with little Ronnie clinging to it. I was the last out of 5 of us. It was said that when the oldest of us was small they ate stone soup. He became an attorney in Pasadena California and ate no more stone soup I can attest to that. Happy birthday you old coot. :thumbsup: :-D
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Well, today is my 90th. What happened to the time? tl:dr Happy Birthday to me. I was thinking about what significant developments I have seen. The power of smartphones pales in comparison to some. Indoor plumbing, yes there were still outhouses back in the day. I recall WWII, especially the end. Gold stars in the windows. Never be another generation like that. My father participated in a program named something like bundles for Britain. He made a lifelong snail mail (priceless) friend. Vaccines (sorry anti-vaxers). My best friend through high school died of Polio. Medicine: Antibiotics, cancer treatments (my mother died of leukemia, the treatment back then was "eat a lot of red meat"), today's surgery techniques (Wow). Much more. Now AI? Our first television, 1948, black and white, largest screen available: 10". Weighed a ton. Watched the world series. Power steering, power brakes and automatic transmissions. EV's? Won't go there. My first "computer experience", actually an accounting system, 7 words of core memory, vacuum tubes (valves for you right ponders) could only add, subtract and multiply. People ran payroll on it. Slow? you bet. My first experience with a computer monitoring open heart surgery patients. 1970. etc, etc, etc. Just a Thought: A Keeper Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there would always be more. But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away... never to return. So... While we have it... it's best we love it... And care for it.... And fix it when it's broken..... And heal it when it's sick. This is true... For marriage.... And old cars.... And children with bad report cards..... Dogs and cats with bad hips.... And aging parents.... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. L
Happy birthday and thanks for making me feel young - nearly 3 years after I started getting a State Pension!
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Well, today is my 90th. What happened to the time? tl:dr Happy Birthday to me. I was thinking about what significant developments I have seen. The power of smartphones pales in comparison to some. Indoor plumbing, yes there were still outhouses back in the day. I recall WWII, especially the end. Gold stars in the windows. Never be another generation like that. My father participated in a program named something like bundles for Britain. He made a lifelong snail mail (priceless) friend. Vaccines (sorry anti-vaxers). My best friend through high school died of Polio. Medicine: Antibiotics, cancer treatments (my mother died of leukemia, the treatment back then was "eat a lot of red meat"), today's surgery techniques (Wow). Much more. Now AI? Our first television, 1948, black and white, largest screen available: 10". Weighed a ton. Watched the world series. Power steering, power brakes and automatic transmissions. EV's? Won't go there. My first "computer experience", actually an accounting system, 7 words of core memory, vacuum tubes (valves for you right ponders) could only add, subtract and multiply. People ran payroll on it. Slow? you bet. My first experience with a computer monitoring open heart surgery patients. 1970. etc, etc, etc. Just a Thought: A Keeper Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there would always be more. But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away... never to return. So... While we have it... it's best we love it... And care for it.... And fix it when it's broken..... And heal it when it's sick. This is true... For marriage.... And old cars.... And children with bad report cards..... Dogs and cats with bad hips.... And aging parents.... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. L
Happy Birthday! or Xronia Polla (Greek) as my mother in law would say.
"the debugger doesn't tell me anything because this code compiles just fine" - random QA comment "Facebook is where you tell lies to your friends. Twitter is where you tell the truth to strangers." - chriselst "I don't drink any more... then again, I don't drink any less." - Mike Mullikins uncle
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Well, today is my 90th. What happened to the time? tl:dr Happy Birthday to me. I was thinking about what significant developments I have seen. The power of smartphones pales in comparison to some. Indoor plumbing, yes there were still outhouses back in the day. I recall WWII, especially the end. Gold stars in the windows. Never be another generation like that. My father participated in a program named something like bundles for Britain. He made a lifelong snail mail (priceless) friend. Vaccines (sorry anti-vaxers). My best friend through high school died of Polio. Medicine: Antibiotics, cancer treatments (my mother died of leukemia, the treatment back then was "eat a lot of red meat"), today's surgery techniques (Wow). Much more. Now AI? Our first television, 1948, black and white, largest screen available: 10". Weighed a ton. Watched the world series. Power steering, power brakes and automatic transmissions. EV's? Won't go there. My first "computer experience", actually an accounting system, 7 words of core memory, vacuum tubes (valves for you right ponders) could only add, subtract and multiply. People ran payroll on it. Slow? you bet. My first experience with a computer monitoring open heart surgery patients. 1970. etc, etc, etc. Just a Thought: A Keeper Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there would always be more. But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away... never to return. So... While we have it... it's best we love it... And care for it.... And fix it when it's broken..... And heal it when it's sick. This is true... For marriage.... And old cars.... And children with bad report cards..... Dogs and cats with bad hips.... And aging parents.... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. L
Happy Birthday!!!!! :-D
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Well, today is my 90th. What happened to the time? tl:dr Happy Birthday to me. I was thinking about what significant developments I have seen. The power of smartphones pales in comparison to some. Indoor plumbing, yes there were still outhouses back in the day. I recall WWII, especially the end. Gold stars in the windows. Never be another generation like that. My father participated in a program named something like bundles for Britain. He made a lifelong snail mail (priceless) friend. Vaccines (sorry anti-vaxers). My best friend through high school died of Polio. Medicine: Antibiotics, cancer treatments (my mother died of leukemia, the treatment back then was "eat a lot of red meat"), today's surgery techniques (Wow). Much more. Now AI? Our first television, 1948, black and white, largest screen available: 10". Weighed a ton. Watched the world series. Power steering, power brakes and automatic transmissions. EV's? Won't go there. My first "computer experience", actually an accounting system, 7 words of core memory, vacuum tubes (valves for you right ponders) could only add, subtract and multiply. People ran payroll on it. Slow? you bet. My first experience with a computer monitoring open heart surgery patients. 1970. etc, etc, etc. Just a Thought: A Keeper Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there would always be more. But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away... never to return. So... While we have it... it's best we love it... And care for it.... And fix it when it's broken..... And heal it when it's sick. This is true... For marriage.... And old cars.... And children with bad report cards..... Dogs and cats with bad hips.... And aging parents.... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. L
Feliz cumpleaños! :)
M.D.V. ;) If something has a solution... Why do we have to worry about?. If it has no solution... For what reason do we have to worry about? Help me to understand what I'm saying, and I'll explain it better to you Rating helpful answers is nice, but saying thanks can be even nicer.
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Yes, yes, yes on so may counts. 7 words of memory - get after it now. Polio was life crippling. That lab created crap... well yeah. I remember all things being fixed too. And my mom in her house dress with little Ronnie clinging to it. I was the last out of 5 of us. It was said that when the oldest of us was small they ate stone soup. He became an attorney in Pasadena California and ate no more stone soup I can attest to that. Happy birthday you old coot. :thumbsup: :-D
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Thanks. Fits. :)
>64 It’s weird being the same age as old people. Live every day like it is your last; one day, it will be.
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Well, today is my 90th. What happened to the time? tl:dr Happy Birthday to me. I was thinking about what significant developments I have seen. The power of smartphones pales in comparison to some. Indoor plumbing, yes there were still outhouses back in the day. I recall WWII, especially the end. Gold stars in the windows. Never be another generation like that. My father participated in a program named something like bundles for Britain. He made a lifelong snail mail (priceless) friend. Vaccines (sorry anti-vaxers). My best friend through high school died of Polio. Medicine: Antibiotics, cancer treatments (my mother died of leukemia, the treatment back then was "eat a lot of red meat"), today's surgery techniques (Wow). Much more. Now AI? Our first television, 1948, black and white, largest screen available: 10". Weighed a ton. Watched the world series. Power steering, power brakes and automatic transmissions. EV's? Won't go there. My first "computer experience", actually an accounting system, 7 words of core memory, vacuum tubes (valves for you right ponders) could only add, subtract and multiply. People ran payroll on it. Slow? you bet. My first experience with a computer monitoring open heart surgery patients. 1970. etc, etc, etc. Just a Thought: A Keeper Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there would always be more. But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away... never to return. So... While we have it... it's best we love it... And care for it.... And fix it when it's broken..... And heal it when it's sick. This is true... For marriage.... And old cars.... And children with bad report cards..... Dogs and cats with bad hips.... And aging parents.... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. L
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Well, today is my 90th. What happened to the time? tl:dr Happy Birthday to me. I was thinking about what significant developments I have seen. The power of smartphones pales in comparison to some. Indoor plumbing, yes there were still outhouses back in the day. I recall WWII, especially the end. Gold stars in the windows. Never be another generation like that. My father participated in a program named something like bundles for Britain. He made a lifelong snail mail (priceless) friend. Vaccines (sorry anti-vaxers). My best friend through high school died of Polio. Medicine: Antibiotics, cancer treatments (my mother died of leukemia, the treatment back then was "eat a lot of red meat"), today's surgery techniques (Wow). Much more. Now AI? Our first television, 1948, black and white, largest screen available: 10". Weighed a ton. Watched the world series. Power steering, power brakes and automatic transmissions. EV's? Won't go there. My first "computer experience", actually an accounting system, 7 words of core memory, vacuum tubes (valves for you right ponders) could only add, subtract and multiply. People ran payroll on it. Slow? you bet. My first experience with a computer monitoring open heart surgery patients. 1970. etc, etc, etc. Just a Thought: A Keeper Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there would always be more. But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away... never to return. So... While we have it... it's best we love it... And care for it.... And fix it when it's broken..... And heal it when it's sick. This is true... For marriage.... And old cars.... And children with bad report cards..... Dogs and cats with bad hips.... And aging parents.... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. L
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Well, today is my 90th. What happened to the time? tl:dr Happy Birthday to me. I was thinking about what significant developments I have seen. The power of smartphones pales in comparison to some. Indoor plumbing, yes there were still outhouses back in the day. I recall WWII, especially the end. Gold stars in the windows. Never be another generation like that. My father participated in a program named something like bundles for Britain. He made a lifelong snail mail (priceless) friend. Vaccines (sorry anti-vaxers). My best friend through high school died of Polio. Medicine: Antibiotics, cancer treatments (my mother died of leukemia, the treatment back then was "eat a lot of red meat"), today's surgery techniques (Wow). Much more. Now AI? Our first television, 1948, black and white, largest screen available: 10". Weighed a ton. Watched the world series. Power steering, power brakes and automatic transmissions. EV's? Won't go there. My first "computer experience", actually an accounting system, 7 words of core memory, vacuum tubes (valves for you right ponders) could only add, subtract and multiply. People ran payroll on it. Slow? you bet. My first experience with a computer monitoring open heart surgery patients. 1970. etc, etc, etc. Just a Thought: A Keeper Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there would always be more. But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away... never to return. So... While we have it... it's best we love it... And care for it.... And fix it when it's broken..... And heal it when it's sick. This is true... For marriage.... And old cars.... And children with bad report cards..... Dogs and cats with bad hips.... And aging parents.... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. L
theoldfool wrote:
Well, today is my 90th. What happened to the time? tl:dr Happy Birthday to me.
Many more happy returns!
Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows. -- 6079 Smith W.
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Well, today is my 90th. What happened to the time? tl:dr Happy Birthday to me. I was thinking about what significant developments I have seen. The power of smartphones pales in comparison to some. Indoor plumbing, yes there were still outhouses back in the day. I recall WWII, especially the end. Gold stars in the windows. Never be another generation like that. My father participated in a program named something like bundles for Britain. He made a lifelong snail mail (priceless) friend. Vaccines (sorry anti-vaxers). My best friend through high school died of Polio. Medicine: Antibiotics, cancer treatments (my mother died of leukemia, the treatment back then was "eat a lot of red meat"), today's surgery techniques (Wow). Much more. Now AI? Our first television, 1948, black and white, largest screen available: 10". Weighed a ton. Watched the world series. Power steering, power brakes and automatic transmissions. EV's? Won't go there. My first "computer experience", actually an accounting system, 7 words of core memory, vacuum tubes (valves for you right ponders) could only add, subtract and multiply. People ran payroll on it. Slow? you bet. My first experience with a computer monitoring open heart surgery patients. 1970. etc, etc, etc. Just a Thought: A Keeper Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there would always be more. But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away... never to return. So... While we have it... it's best we love it... And care for it.... And fix it when it's broken..... And heal it when it's sick. This is true... For marriage.... And old cars.... And children with bad report cards..... Dogs and cats with bad hips.... And aging parents.... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. L
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Well, today is my 90th. What happened to the time? tl:dr Happy Birthday to me. I was thinking about what significant developments I have seen. The power of smartphones pales in comparison to some. Indoor plumbing, yes there were still outhouses back in the day. I recall WWII, especially the end. Gold stars in the windows. Never be another generation like that. My father participated in a program named something like bundles for Britain. He made a lifelong snail mail (priceless) friend. Vaccines (sorry anti-vaxers). My best friend through high school died of Polio. Medicine: Antibiotics, cancer treatments (my mother died of leukemia, the treatment back then was "eat a lot of red meat"), today's surgery techniques (Wow). Much more. Now AI? Our first television, 1948, black and white, largest screen available: 10". Weighed a ton. Watched the world series. Power steering, power brakes and automatic transmissions. EV's? Won't go there. My first "computer experience", actually an accounting system, 7 words of core memory, vacuum tubes (valves for you right ponders) could only add, subtract and multiply. People ran payroll on it. Slow? you bet. My first experience with a computer monitoring open heart surgery patients. 1970. etc, etc, etc. Just a Thought: A Keeper Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there would always be more. But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away... never to return. So... While we have it... it's best we love it... And care for it.... And fix it when it's broken..... And heal it when it's sick. This is true... For marriage.... And old cars.... And children with bad report cards..... Dogs and cats with bad hips.... And aging parents.... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. L
Happy Birthday :rose:
theoldfool wrote:
People are made to be Loved and Things are made to be Used There is so much confusion in this World because People are being Used and Things are being Loved.
How true!
Happiness will never come to those who fail to appreciate what they already have. -Anon And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music. -Frederick Nietzsche
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Well, today is my 90th. What happened to the time? tl:dr Happy Birthday to me. I was thinking about what significant developments I have seen. The power of smartphones pales in comparison to some. Indoor plumbing, yes there were still outhouses back in the day. I recall WWII, especially the end. Gold stars in the windows. Never be another generation like that. My father participated in a program named something like bundles for Britain. He made a lifelong snail mail (priceless) friend. Vaccines (sorry anti-vaxers). My best friend through high school died of Polio. Medicine: Antibiotics, cancer treatments (my mother died of leukemia, the treatment back then was "eat a lot of red meat"), today's surgery techniques (Wow). Much more. Now AI? Our first television, 1948, black and white, largest screen available: 10". Weighed a ton. Watched the world series. Power steering, power brakes and automatic transmissions. EV's? Won't go there. My first "computer experience", actually an accounting system, 7 words of core memory, vacuum tubes (valves for you right ponders) could only add, subtract and multiply. People ran payroll on it. Slow? you bet. My first experience with a computer monitoring open heart surgery patients. 1970. etc, etc, etc. Just a Thought: A Keeper Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there would always be more. But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away... never to return. So... While we have it... it's best we love it... And care for it.... And fix it when it's broken..... And heal it when it's sick. This is true... For marriage.... And old cars.... And children with bad report cards..... Dogs and cats with bad hips.... And aging parents.... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. L
Happy Birthday! Thanks for the great post! I was 5 in 1953, when we got our first telly: a huge Bush with a 9" screen. It was bought so we could watch the Coronation... It exploded a couple of years later (terrible smell of N2O), and the picture collapsed to the size of a postage stamp. No repairing that! :-)
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Well, today is my 90th. What happened to the time? tl:dr Happy Birthday to me. I was thinking about what significant developments I have seen. The power of smartphones pales in comparison to some. Indoor plumbing, yes there were still outhouses back in the day. I recall WWII, especially the end. Gold stars in the windows. Never be another generation like that. My father participated in a program named something like bundles for Britain. He made a lifelong snail mail (priceless) friend. Vaccines (sorry anti-vaxers). My best friend through high school died of Polio. Medicine: Antibiotics, cancer treatments (my mother died of leukemia, the treatment back then was "eat a lot of red meat"), today's surgery techniques (Wow). Much more. Now AI? Our first television, 1948, black and white, largest screen available: 10". Weighed a ton. Watched the world series. Power steering, power brakes and automatic transmissions. EV's? Won't go there. My first "computer experience", actually an accounting system, 7 words of core memory, vacuum tubes (valves for you right ponders) could only add, subtract and multiply. People ran payroll on it. Slow? you bet. My first experience with a computer monitoring open heart surgery patients. 1970. etc, etc, etc. Just a Thought: A Keeper Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there would always be more. But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away... never to return. So... While we have it... it's best we love it... And care for it.... And fix it when it's broken..... And heal it when it's sick. This is true... For marriage.... And old cars.... And children with bad report cards..... Dogs and cats with bad hips.... And aging parents.... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. L
having watched a youtube on the impact and enginerring of the Biro ballpoint (crystal), the impact that offered literacy rates, I wonder if would have noticed that, though that took off start of 1900s so maybe already established like how a 20 year old views the internet? Also if involved in fixing any of your own Y2K problems, and hopefully you will be laughing at the chaos of 2038 problem? happy birthday
