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Nostalgic For . . .

I am nostalgic for the days when I did not have to remember, or have access to, a myriad of account numbers, passwords, key codes, and have to know the name of my first pet, my first job, my first homicide, and a million other bits of minutiae that I’ve been forced to stuff into my addled brain so that I may simply be able to navigate the modern world. I love technology but loathe what seems to be an overly complicated and limited procedure to access that technology. 

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  1. Me too. I’m afraid one of these days someone will ask for a bit of information and I’ll just start shouting random responses: “Fluffy! Mrs. Jenson! West Mulberry Street! 41277721196! Cashier! Don Johnson! 1986! Pie!”

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