Technology was still rapidly encroaching in the old traditional ways of life, especially, the computer. However, its encroaching presence did not appear to consume our every heartbeat. People, young and old, still cared. School chums and lost loves, meant so much more in my day. Calls on the old rotary phones, letters were handwritten and sent back and forth, etc. The ever-evolving photograph was still an important symbol in our intimate family culture.

Although the computer was always there loitering behind, it only stayed put where it was supposed to be. The mechanized, electronic brain was not banging on our back doors demanding a way in. The humble chainsaw was still a vital member of the traditional American family. A silent, patient slave of the common man. On the farm. In the shed out back. (1)