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I wonder, despite modern advances, if yesteryear wasn’t more vibrant. Granted, we can do everything today with a device that fits nicely into our pocket: read e-mails, manage schedules, check the forecast, watch movies, request an Uber, and a plethora of other things to make life “easier.”
We literally have the entire world on a handheld device. Yet, I still remember our first family cordless phone. My father thought it a gas he could stand at the end of the driveway and still “hear Grandma loud and clear.”
Recently, somebody informed me I can make a deposit to my bank account by taking a photo of a check, then uploading from my phone via an app. “Carl, you’re wasting time going to the bank,” they said.
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In another recent conversation, a friend and I were talking about music and how much that has changed. Interesting enough, driving home that evening, I was listening to Roger Miller’s King of the Road from 1964. The song details a free spirited, floor sweeping, cigarette deprived individual who knows the family of every train operator. I arrived home, checked my mail, and saw my copy of Airstream: America’s World Traveler had arrived.
I flipped open the first few pages, discovering a bold heading: King of the Road.
“That’s something,” I thought.

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