A Day in the Life of Chaos

Edward Raymer (natural father) and me I really hate to admit this but I have passed an invisible line in life where my life is now a vivid contrast between a world I knew as a young boy and the world of today.   I have always wondered when this would happen.   When did my grandmother begin recanting the vastly historic and different world of her childhood, in the face of computers and internet?   Now I am becoming the old guy that shares stories of an intangible past to young people of today who, quietly wonder how did people in my generation survive such barbarism.   I think it often starts with technology because this is area where we can see the most visible change in our lives.  Paper to typewriters to computer screens, the evolution is dramatic.  It might be difficult for a young person today to comprehend but “in my day,” television was simple and almost unrecognizable in its current form.  I witnessed black and white tv’s evolve into to color.   The end of the aerial (that's

Warning:  This is one of those postings that really shows my age. When I was a child visiting my grandfather an ex Navy WW2 Veteran in California I always remembered one familiar cry.  "O9!" he would say as I entered the room and picked up the clicker.  We called the remote a clicker in those days and when I visited my grandparents it seemed like an amazing luxury.  Television back home was still get up and change the dial when you wanted to watch another channel.  Of course it didn't hurt that there were only three to four channels to watch in Anchorage, Alaska.  In my room I had the black and white TV cast off when my parents upgraded to color.  It was so decrepit the actual dial was broken off an not only did you have to turn it by hand, you had to wedge a pencil in the side to get it to stay on the selected channel. When I visited my grandparents their 27" TV seemed positively enormous and the accompanying remote simply magical.  Los Angeles had something un