This is still a work in progress:
I like the way the boss in the background is keeping a close eye on Miss Smith using the latest tech!
I remember my Opa's big console TV around 1960. It had a remote control of the channels! It was an electro-mechanical gizmo that had a motor on the tuning knob. When he pushed a button on the remote for a new TV station, the motor on the TV turned the station tuning knob. Ka-chunk, ka-chunk, ka-chunk. You waited for the know to finish turning. Then you had to rotate the rooftop antenna to the best position using another remote!
I still use that dialer to log into free republic.
The place I’m staying at in Italy has the dish drying rack above the sink in a cabinet, which is open at the bottom.
With commuter rail systems, you can tap your bank card before boarding on a device and then at a second device after getting off the train - no ticket is involved - tap, go, tap again.
We had a hand-me-down sonic remote tv without the remote. By dropping some silverware one evening, we discovered we could change the channels by clanking 2 spoons together!
We were in uptown hog heaven.
I remember the voting machines of the 1960s.
I also remember the train board at Baltimore’s Penn Station.
I also remember Telex machines.
She looks pretty hot and well put together, I’d be checking her out too!
This is still a work in progress:
one of those gizmos would have saved my little “dialing” finger many miles.
When Mrs goo goo and I were high-school-sweethearts (for 3+ years), the last 4 digits of her phone # were 8890. That’s lots of revolutions!
As it turns out, it was worth the effort!
We had a remote to change channels too. We called him little brother.