Age segregation is a curse in too many churches, LPC included.
If you are a Facebook user you’ve probably seen those memes that pop up on your news feed every so often. There might be a picture of a typewriter or the Skipper and Gilligan, SpongeBob Square Pants or an Apple 2 computer. You are supposed to click “like” if you remember what’s pictured in the post.
Yeah, I am that old. And, yes, I remember dial telephones (harvest gold and permanently attached to the wall). I can report accurately that the S.S. Minnow set sail that day for a three-hour tour, a three-hour tour. Most of my friends in the Baby Boom Generation cohort are likely to say, “Me, too.”
Sure it’s kind of fun to remember the way things were, things mostly (and rightly) forgotten. And maybe those kids who don’t remember ought to know why people still ask, “Can you dial the number for me?” and why we talk about typing a document. And, really, if you think about it, Thurston Howell, III, was so typical of the 1%. We should have known. Continue reading