tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868929508219223321.post4353732976463010604..comments2009-08-20T21:31:25.788-04:00M.M.M. from the North Eastern Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04256800876052840450noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868929508219223321.post-37518432536703710472009-08-20T21:31:25.788-04:002009-08-20T21:31:25.788-04:00I enjoyed the sounds of silence article. Today I brought my family to the Harry Truman Library. They have a black and white tv from when I was growing up in the 60s. How simple things were then.<br />Thank you<br />Tom Hendrickson<br />ALLTHINGSMASONIC.BLOGSPOTThomas Hendricksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06143850669263258006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868929508219223321.post-64863121074396494652009-07-31T18:20:50.244-04:002009-07-31T18:20:50.244-04:00You had 13 channels? Spoiled brats.<br /><br /><i>Things that were special are not anymore because of the wonders of the information age and I think it is a little bit sad.</i><br /><br />OFGS, 3M - don&#39;t you get that the speed and range of things now *is* that something special? Things that were special to us are no longer novel, but how many of your older bros bemoaned the decline of the horse, five cent cigars, trolleys, and double-features at the local cinema? <br /><br />We grow older, and things change. The temple will *always* remain unfinished. But as it&#39;s continually being built, rebuilt, and modified, our happiness comes in learning to embrace that change.<br /><br />I&#39;ll come to visit you in the retirement home and I&#39;ll bring you a phonograph record one day, okay?Tom Accuostihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005315193581153959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868929508219223321.post-70670120045004269342009-07-31T09:20:45.271-04:002009-07-31T09:20:45.271-04:00what friends, I only have my brothers, and the collective unconsciousness.Radcliffehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06491628119144784710noreply@blogger.com