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Rolling your eyes: is there a button for that?

My eleven-year-old did something this morning he’d never done before: he rolled down the car window. The morning fog had settled all over the glass and I couldn’t see the passenger-side mirror.

“Do I just move it this way?” he asked, pointing to the hand crank. After I nodded, he flew to the task and worked the glass down and back up, clearing off the collected condensation that was blocking my vision.

When I bought the car, I searched for one that had manual door locks and windows, having had multiple bad experiences with electric motors and switches. As a kid growing up, I’d missed most of the fancy Johnny-come-lately options installed in the more expensive cars. On the other hand, he’d never been in a car that DIDN’T have a button to push for just about everything. The first time he’d seen me crank down the driver’s window, he laughed and asked me what I was doing – that flurry of arm and elbow activity threw him for a loop.

The task must have been undertaken in some other manner in the really “old days,” or else I suppose I would have asked him to “crank” the window. As a society, I don’t think we do a lot of cranking anymore. I have no idea how it came to be called “rolling the window down” in our family. There isn’t a lot of rolling involved. These days, it’s mostly the rolling of eyes at the idea of manually moving a car window up or down.

Car windows aren’t the only thing, I suppose. Teachers still explain how to tell time on an analog clock, but I wonder – for how long? The skills needed to type on a manual typewriter are unknown to a significant percentage of Americans, who will never in their lives need to know what the carriage-return bell signifies or how to set the tab-stops. How many younger folks have ever been confronted by a telephone that had a rotary dial instead of buttons?

Some of the old skills still apply, at least to some degree. I’ve had cashiers count back change the old-fashioned way, beginning with the total due and adding the coinage and dollars until they reached the amount of the bill presented. The majority simply let the cash register display the change due, and hand the pile over while announcing the amount.

Progress renders one set of skills important and others obsolete.

Concerning books, the lessons about how to turn pages are so simple as to be understood. Downloading an eBook onto a Kindle or Nook – now that’s another thing.

And I’d never be so foolish as to challenge an eleven year old to a videogame competition.

Ch-ch-ch-Changes…

I scare people. Don’t mean to.

I’ve dropped by some independent bookstores, where the owner or clerk is sitting behind a tall stack of books, peering all glowy-faced into the screen of a computer. I’m in and out before a word is ever spoken.

Me? I call out Good Morning! and people grab their throats and exclaim “You surprised me! I didn’t see you there!” Admittedly, I was behind the counter – but I thought that is where clerks are supposed to be.

I sometimes don’t get all my work done, getting caught up in talking to one person or another. Talk about anything, just about. More and more though, I hear people bemoaning the way the world has become. They’re missing the simpler times and places. I’m not giving up the computer, but I understanding their position.

Imagine the changes seen by Walter Breuning, who was born on Sept. 21, 1896, in Melrose, Minnesota, and moved to Montana in 1918, where he worked as a clerk for the Great Northern Railway for 50 years. Even today, it must be like stepping back in time in some parts of Montana. Walter celebrated his 114th birthday yesterday.

He remembers living out there with no running water and no electricity. Just like I did in Joplin, Missouri, where I’d landed my first out-of-state radio job, but quickly had my utilities disconnected for lack of payment. As Walter said yesterday, “That’s not very pleasant.”

Walter was there before cars. Before many US cities. Before Mountain Dew and Hostess Twinkies. Talk about roughing it. He regrets the railway jobs that were lost when computers were installed, but other than that, Walter admits change is good. And even the change in his pocket is different. After all, he had pockets before Lincoln was on the penny.

Just remember – when it gets to the point where you’d don’t like change, you can always change your mind.

When it seems overwhelming, you can change that, too! Try this:

IS YOUR NAME FAMOUS?