But let me ask you, what's the flip side to all this technology? Have we lost sight of the little things in life? I think I might like to have someone read to me while I work. I might even like a switchboard operator to prank call me once in a while. To be fair I haven't completely lost touch with Yetsteryear. My parents are part of the less than half a percent who still have their milk delivered. I guess it's easy to see where my old soul comes from. It's a nice treat when I go home; I love few things more than a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a glass of milk.
On a similar note, why so much interest in the faces, tools, and essentials of this Yesteryear? Why consign, why does vinyl sound so much better, why write an article about obsolete jobs from the past? Some of these obsoletes are irreplaceable. They assert a sort of quiet confidence. These forgotten obsoletes encompass the importance of patience and the necessity to slow down and appreciate the world around you. They urge you to forget about the world at your fingertips for a moment and appreciate what those fingertips are capable of. They're a bulky, rusted reminder of all things quaint.
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