You know you are getting old when:

[tonyb]

It was something like 45 years ago when I planted myself in an otherwise unoccupied downtown office for a couple weekend days with a how-to-type book and a state-of-the-art IBM Selectric.

Did I learn how to properly type? Nope, ‘fraid not. But my poor typing skills did little to hamper my work as a hack for hire. I “keyboard” with four fingers and two thumbs. Those six digits know where to go without any assistance from eyes on the keyboard. Good enough for me.

 

[Jon Crow]

My first semester in college (1978) had punch cards, then typewriter terminals to write programs. I didn’t care much for it and bounced around a few majors before coming back to it (when tube TV terminals with keyboards were the norm). As soon as dial up was available I was connecting from home (at 360 baud rate) — but it wasn’t very useful.

My kids were brought up (late 1980s / 90s) with dial-up and the beep/boop/hiss associated with that. In fact we all still call our computers “boopers” within the family and have to explain that to outsiders on occasion.

You mentioned another Bob, tube tvs, my parents were proud when they got a big screen colour, it needed two hefty guys to bring it in haha massive wood surround, Sony I think it was, must have been pricey I guess, late 80s early 90s

 

[Trenchfriend]

"Age is just a number. It's totally irrelevant unless, of course, you happen to be a bottle of wine."

Joan Collins

 

[Trenchfriend]

I think, you all know it. The moment on a bigger music event, when you think:

"Eh what, is this is a meeting of our local kindergardens? How old are these girls and boys around me??"