I hit the Radio Shack in my town a couple of times a year for all those things that make life easier: cables, adapters, surge arrestors, got Dish thru them, special batteries, ear phones, antennas. At least in my town, the staff know what they're doing.
Yes. My deceased tortoiseshell cat Betty was clearly the mistress of quantum tunneling. My partner and I had confirmation of this whilst on vacation many years ago. The housesitter called us to check and see whether perpetually being on the opposite side of the door to the outside from which she was supposed to be (based on the last actions of the housesitter) was normal for Betty.
Heh. I've been a SimCity addict (hate the Sims). I cannot visit or fly over a city without trying to figure out how I would replicate it in the game. I'm fascinated by the grid pattern--want to try it. (I keep trying for utopias, but I really need a national/city park designation in zoning.)
Heh. Back in 1962/3 I had to take "home economics" as a mandatory for girls. (one semester cooking, one semester sewing). Not only did we have to cook monstrosities like this, but we had to EAT them too, or get a failing grade. I remember throwing up after class. Now, I wish I had thrown up during class.
Don't know about the technology. The demand would have been high, due to the prevalence of polio. In addition, all houses had instruments in them because music was one of the nightly forms of entertainment. (No radios, tvs, ipods, computers, record players, .......)
Really, cursive needs to stay. It's fast and ergonomic. That's so when the kids all get old and have tendonitis from too much keyboard time (like me), they have a fallback.
In our family, with 4 girls, we traveled by car on our annual vacations. We only got to go shotgun if we could navigate. All four of us now have excellent map reading skills (we never get lost).
During my first shotgun, at about 12 yrs, my Dad was pulling a trailer, and I had to navigate Hwy 101 through San Francisco. Yikes!!!! I think we made it through without intervention from my mother (the official family navigator.)
FYI Hwy 101 through San Francisco is a maze of one-way streets.
There is a need for these things. Years ago, I rented a room on a ranch. One day a (male) student vet came out to neuter a stallion. The other women on the ranch and I watched, and waited. For what? To see how long it took for him to figure out he was prepping a mare.
During my first shotgun, at about 12 yrs, my Dad was pulling a trailer, and I had to navigate Hwy 101 through San Francisco. Yikes!!!! I think we made it through without intervention from my mother (the official family navigator.)
FYI Hwy 101 through San Francisco is a maze of one-way streets.