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7 comments:
Yes and all those people lost their jobs in the tape mines when CDs were invented.
Reminds me of the twenty-something barista I heard the other day talking to another about life "back in the day."
you mean, you didnt have a microwave, or a TV in every room, when you were little??
I still remember using vinyl discs .
Yea, and the book was written in the olden days because it was typed on a manual typewrite (you know, the kind without a powercord)
Was it an 8-track tape recorder? Or reel-to-reel?
I'm so old, I can remember when only women had pierced ears and only men had tattoos.
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