Back in the days when computers were serious...
|That's my Dad on the far right -- when he was still just a sailor.|
You never knew with my Dad; there might be a test
But, we didn't mind because time with our father was precious and it really was a pretty neat experience; the ships were enormous and we got to see a lot of the cooler bells and whistles from the helm to the torpedo deck, but what I remember most -- besides all the neato ladders and hatches -- was the big computer room. You could hear the humming and whirring coming from that room as soon as you climbed down the ladder to that deck. The closer you got, the louder it got. And it smelled kinda funny for some reason, as I remember it.
Funny the things you remember.
But, anyway... I digress.
Isn't it amazing?
Thirty-some years later*, here I sit, Lisa, twenty-first-century Momma, typing at our desktop computer, communicating via the internet with people all over the world. In a minute here I'm going to look for a crazy free online zombie game that Gabey keeps telling me about. Dan's in his office working on his laptop, and the children have several "kiddy" computers that they pull out to play games on all the time. Our cars are computerized, our cellphones are computerized, our music comes from tiny computerized devices that we plug into our ears. Even my coffepot has a chip in it, that programs it to grind the beans on schedule for our morning coffee. And here's the thing -- the computer function of my coffee pot would probably have taken a whole wall of the computers on my Dad's ship thirty years ago. Maybe even two walls.
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