Anybody remember the character on Ice Road Truckers called the King of Obsolete? I know how he feels.
Just mentioned to a younger co-worker that I had heard a new Clapton song off his just-released album (there I go again…) and that I’d have to get the CD. With the predictable response, “You actually buy CDs? Like, still?”
I was talking to my neighbor a couple of weeks ago, a nice guy only about 5 years younger than I am, so in his late 30s. There’s a dead tree in his yard, just a little one and he says, “I’ll have to get a tree service in to take that down in the next couple of weeks.”
I said, “How about I get my chainsaw and we make it gone like in the next 15 minutes? No charge.”
His eyes nearly came out of his head. “You actually OWN a chainsaw? Isn’t that, like, too dangerous for just a regular guy? So you know HOW to cut down a tree?” You’d swear I’d just confessed to having my own flamethrower or having plans to build a personal atom bomb or something. When I finished cutting it down, and as we stacked up the wood, he said, “I can’t believe you know how to do that.”
Earlier this summer, the same guy came over asking if I could help him load his lawnmower into their minivan. “What’s wrong with it?”, I asked.
“The blade is dull. I’m taking it in to have it sharpened.”
“How about we just take the blade off the mower?”
“Well… How do you do that?” So I showed him how to take it off. He was amazed. Then I sharpened it for him. He was even more amazed. Apparently, owning a full socket set is amazing enough, but owning your own grinder is off the charts in the 21st century.
I read newspapers. Made out of paper.
I buy CDs.
I buy used stuff without even a thought that it’s not “in warranty”.
I actually fix kids toys.
I own multiple boats that were not made in this century. Only one of which is EFI.
I listen to the radio…on a radio.
I change my own oil. Yes, even on new cars.
I’ve cooked over an open fire.
I own not one, but two Coleman lanterns. The ones that use Coleman fuel.
I use a Weber grill. The kettle ones that heat with charcoal.
If something breaks, I fix it. Or at least try before throwing it away.
I’m the King of Obsolete.
Grouse