Can’t remember why, but this weekend the children wanted to hear what old dial up sounds like. So, replete with turkey and potato, I googled “Dial Up” on my smart phone and played a long, five minute recording of some poor computer trying to Send/Receive. The iconic harsh grating whine of a modem filled the dining room and I sat back, transported immediately to college and the thrill of communicating with people on the other side of the world, my... Read more