Watch that video. Lord have mercy, but I am too old for this.
I was out walking with my two younger children this weekend. We passed an antiques store that had a box of 45rpm records out on the sidewalk for sale.
“Look, Nora,” seven-year-old Lucas said to his sister. “Those are the ancestors of CDs.”
He wasn’t trying to be funny. He really thought he was looking at a fossil. I’d showed the kids some of my old 45s a couple of years ago while we were down visiting my folks a couple of years ago, and they couldn’t believe that music used to come from those things.
And you know, if it weren’t for the CD player in the minivan, I wonder if these kids would ever see CDs anymore. We never got around to hooking our speakers up to the CD player when we moved from Dallas. We get all our in-house music from an iPod connected to a kind of jambox. The sound is not nearly as good as what we had before, but our apartment is small, and it’s been good enough.
I told Nora the other morning, “Honey, don’t bother Daddy now. Can’t you see I’m reading the newspaper?”
“No you’re not,” she said. “You’re reading your iPad.” She was, um, right. But so was I. Strange times.
(H/T: Deacon Greg Kandra)