It was the hottest day. Ever. I was barely stoned on some shitty homegrown weed I copped from a one-armed Nam vet. I was in need of serious shade and electrollytes. Instead, a troubled teen with a boom box over his shoulder approached, “Dance The Night Away” by Van Halen was blasting like nobody’s business. I was curiously satisfied.
And now, a mash up.
Before telephones could take pictures or act as miniature computers to settle trivia bets, it only did this.
It was 1979, a time when a device was a synonym for doohickey really meaning a whatchamacallit you couldn’t comprehend. The underprivileged people of this backward decade relied solely on the landline for personal telecommunication. To put things in perspective, the computer looked like this: