Originally posted January 17, 2021
Back in the ’80s, when we cooked popcorn and reheated coffee on the stove, and when “let’s go to the videotape!” actually involved videotape, we already had both private and public networks. We had external media, long- and short-term storage, and even L1 caches. It was glorious.
It was the night of the high school band's annual fundraiser at the "fancy hotel" in our town. I don't know the official name of the event; I just call it the Annual Dance for Rich Parents. I'd dropped her off with her trombone, let her know that Mom would probably be picking her up because I was exhausted, then drove home and went to sleep.
Here's an actual bedtime conversation with my (then) 5-year-old, many years ago. I know, I'm a terrible parent.
HE: Dad, I know I need to go to sleep, and I know this is kind of ridiculous, but I'm sort of afraid of bears.
