My first computer experience was at a telephone company office and the time code punched and hand written notes of the long distance operators were converted to punch cards by gals at bank of card punches -- one card for each call. The original entry included the originating number the destination number, and the duration of the call. Feeding those deck of cards seemed like a never ending job because each pass only did one thing -- sort to time so that the proper day or night rate could be applied, sort to destination so that the proper rate could be applied. Each pass added a bit of information until finally each card had a dollar value for the call. then finally they could be sorted by caller to prepare the bill. As cumbersome as it was, it was a long way ahead of of the previous method of ledger page for each subscriber where individual calls were recorded by hand.
Portions constantly changed and within a couple of years the entire systems had been replaced, and then replaced again. One of the steps involved 10" floppy disks that if I remember right held 80k. That replaced thousands of cards but the system had its own set of challenges. It was a celebrated day when we got a 10mg hard disk! It and its controller was only the size of a small microwave.
In 1976 I moved into printing and learned CP/M. Oh how easy that seemed to be compared to the previous languages. DOS was still 5 years away!
Let common sense prevail and do some research before you get to far out on a limb and someone hands you a saw!
http://www.snopes.com/nazi-sub-found-in-great-lakes/
I remember Black Jack but Cloves is still my favorite. Adams still makes them both from time to time.
My aunt got milk in glass bottles but being on a farm it never saw a bottle. We separated the milk and the cream was so thick it was literally "spoonin' cream."
I didn't really know what a Packard was other than anyone building a hot rod wanted Packard running parts.
And don't forget the "path." I was in the third grade when we got interior "facilities." Even then it was just a tiny room with a "water closet" and space for the washtub for taking baths so you didn't have to hang the bath curtain in the corner of the room when needed. You still had to wash your hands and brush your teeth at the kitchen sink or in the mud room on the back porch. The actual bathtub and running hot water didn't come until later.
Fun test, I was surprised how well I did. I'm 72 and all but 3 of my scores were in the 20s and one 18.
Challenged my 18-year old grandson who is a gamer and he had only three in the 20s and a whole bunch under 300 milliseconds and with comments about not sure he was human!
I use ASCII shortcuts in Word 2010 all of the time. (And just tested it with £ (Alt+156).)
For dots (Alt+0149), Fractions ¼, ½, ¾, (Alt+0188, +0189, +0190), etc.
Do pay attention to what font you have active when entering the shortcuts. Most fonts will have standard characters in the same position in the first 256 codes, but a few fonts will not have them or they may be at another ASCII.
I use dozens of keyboard shortcuts daily. Many of them hark back to WordStar -- long before anyone ever heard of the "F" keys, Word Perfect and Word! Now I'm showing my age.
My wife, who is a funeral director, has long commented on the increases in deaths following Thanksgiving and Christmas. Her feeling is that people cherish the family times and "hold on" in order to experience one more time with family. She has also noted how many times a death will occur shortly following a milestone birthday celebration -- another special time with family.
What I hate most are the robo calls. Nobody is there when you do answer. Then when the computer senses that you've picked up the phone, it notifies the caller to get on the line. I just let them say "Hello" a few times with no response, then say, "Just wanted you to know what it's like when I answer the phone and nobody is there." Then hang up.
If I really don't have anything to do, I'll tell the siding salesman that I have some siding left over and that I'd give him a good deal on it so he can make a bigger profit selling it to someone else . . . or what ever fits what they are selling.
I have the most fun with political calls. I'm sure some of them have me down as a radical extremist!
A copyright is secured by the mere fact that the document, art, etc. was produced.
The "filing of a copyright" is just a legal procedure that records the fact with the U.S. Copyright Office and it becomes a reference point. The government doesn't defend copyrights -- that legal procedure is up to the copyright holder -- but the filing provides the legal evidence to support the claim of copyright.
You know you're probably in trouble when the spellchecker flags twelve of the fifteen as misspelled!
Not so unusual in our family. My wife's ancestors have had extra fingers and toes for generations with her dad and his mother retaining 12 toes all their lives. My wife had 12 fingers and 12 toes and still has the 12 toes. Two of our three children had extra digits and over half of the grandchildren have extras. Some take the form of complete extra fingers and toes with bones running up into the hand or foot, others start as a "Y" at a joint or are unattached to connecting bone or muscle. It is a dominant gene with over half of descendants having the trait at some level, but for those who don't have it, it does not reappear in future generations. When one grandson was born with extra toes, a nurse commented that there was another baby born with extra toes a few months before the simple answer "cousins."
The stories from a kids perspective reminded me of a time several years back when I had one of my grandsons with me and for some reason we had gone to WalMart. It was a hot day and we got into the line to get something to drink. Service was slow as usual and there was an older guy not far in front of us in a tank top and walking shorts and most of the visible skin was covered with very graphic old-style blue tattoos. I noticed that Jacob, about three, keep looking at the man, and since no one in our family has tattoos, I was trying to figure out how to answer the question I knew was coming.
After several minutes of observation he turned to me and in a disdainful tone said, "Pa Pa, that man DREW ON HIMSELF."
I explained that he had decided that he wanted the pictures on his skin and that they wouldn't wash off when he took a bath. Jacob was quiet for a bit as he thought it over, but the lady in front of us heard the comment and couldn't repress a snicker.
I was relieved that there were no additional comments or questions about the subject of the most prominent art at his eye level -- a foot-tall naked lady on each calf!
In a small town another method of communication was the tolling of the church bell upon a death. One toll with a wooden clapper for each year of age. It was easy to miscount if the person was old.
That was usually followed by a "general ring" on each party line -- five long rings in our case -- and then each person on the party line who picked up would hear the announcement of who had passed.
I remember as a kid giving the phone a two-turn crank to get the local operator, asking for the Cullison operator, and asking for "28F22." "28F" was a rural party line where my grandparents lived and the ending "22" meant to longs and two shorts. My aunts number ended in "21" and my best friend was reached at the parsonage at "11". Those calls were only a nickle as long as you didn't go over three minutes.
When direct dial came in you could make the same call for nothing, but the call would be automatically disconnected between six and seven minutes. So the general agreement was that the person that originated the call would call back.
Why is it that I can remember all of that clearly but not exactly what I had for breakfast!
Your report of the exact color(s) of the can and lid and what kind of film is inside would be a clue to Kodak's color coding system.
Here is a link to Eastman House that discusses film can colors.
http://support.eastmanhouse.org/eastmanhouse/topics/kodak_film_cannisters.rss