Dance After Dark Photography

Patty and I were complaining about multi-client chat programs screwing up your buddy list. I started reminiscing about the days when buddy lists were saved to the hard drive rather than the AIM server.

Walker: Back in *my* day, if you logged into another computer you had to re-enter your buddies. Uphill! Both ways!
Patty: in the snow!
Walker: Barefoot!
Patty: with only sheets of cardboard to keep us warm!
Walker: Why, in the winter of ‘92 we had to burn Uncle Timmy just to stay alive.
Patty: you had an uncle?!? lucky. we had to burn our imaginary childhood friends!
Walker: Well, after we’d used up all of Timmy, we had to burn my left foot. I just had to grit my teeth and bask in my own warm glow.
Patty: wow. you even had teeth. you musta lived on the west side of the railroad tracks.
Walker: You had a railroad? Spoiled! We only had Weird Joe wearin’ paths in the dirt and yelling “woowooo!”
Patty: well, we didn’t until the rr company paved over our house made of newspapers and spit to lay the tracks
Walker: You had spit?
Patty: you had dirt?

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