The Great Polish Railway Fiasco
Palace Corbelli Classroom Obsolescence is a part of everything. We see it every day. Devices we once couldn ’ t live without now no longer serve a purpose. It could be a record player, the cassette tape or the rotary phone. We are now even witnessing the demise of the fixed phone for that matter. Every generation has them and are defined by them. For my father it might have been the milk man, my grandmother the streetcar or the horse. Some objects seem to even have programmed obsolescence like the home computer. The saddest obsolescence of all is when it is our very self that has lost its need. Time carries away all things but for a shining moment in our own existence in our minds, we exist. We live, we love and we thrive. At least those willing to breath, willing to dream willing to love, willing to give will leave the world with a smile on our face. Christian Tanzer and Joe Funk I lived in Vienna the winter of 1987 and spring of 1988. I attended an American program