It’s interesting to think back to my earlier days and see how much the world has changed. I’m not embarrassed to say that I was born in 1952, as now I am happily retired and able to work on new things like the Mr. B. books. I do recall a time when things seemed simple and easy.
The milkman delivered bottled milk, eggs and cheese directly to our front door. I could sit in front of my Philco radio with my milk and cookies and be taken to worlds and planets far beyond my Beechwood Boulevard home. Later on, we moved up to an RCA television with rabbit ears and a quality remote control: my hand! Netflix? Hulu? What?
There was no social media (Facebook, Twitter, or Linked-in). Believe it or not, we actually wrote letters to our friends and relatives. As difficult as that was, it also required addressing the envelope, licking and placing a four-cent stamp on it, and walking to the corner to place it in a mail box. It seems difficult now-a-days to even find a corner mailbox. The one behind my regular post office was removed because people were helping themselves to others’ checks with long sticks and chewing gum on the end.
The other corner necessity was the pay phone with a white and yellow phone book. A call cost a nickel for three minutes in my time, but those phones were replaced with coffee shops and drugstores carrying everything including milk and cookies. Speaking of phones, so much for household shared rotary land lines. I remember taking my wife out for an anniversary dinner and seeing Motorola cell phones the size of a shoe box on every table.
Lastly, my mom, brother and I went weekly to the local book mobile. It was one of my favorite things to do. I would sit in a warm and cozy corner and read for over an hour while mom looked for Daphne Du Maurier novels, perhaps sparking my own love for reading and writing.
Don’t get me wrong, I can not totally bash modern technology. The cell phone is ingenious. I would totally be driving around in circles without my GPS. Most importantly, you are reading this blog on a website, thankfully created by my daughter. I can’t fathom how I can e-mail or text Gia, my wonderful publisher in Detroit, Michigan. I can Skype Gabriela, my amazing illustrator, in Sao Paola, Brazil. Lastly, you can send me messages about the book and hopefully, in a month, you can order a copy of The Fabulous Feats of Mr. B. either electronically or for delivery from this little company called Amazon. Simpler Life? I need to think about it but to quote the immortal words of Louis Armstrong, “what a wonderful world!”