Back in my day, we'd comb our pompadours to amazing heights with hair balm and goody combs, tunes on the jukebox cost a nickle, and the soda jerk got a Washington if he was lucky.
Everyone in this town cries poor, yet has enough disposable income to buy a phone that allows them to play Super Mario while taking a shit at Regal Cinemas. Talk, text and e-mail- It's all you really need! Unless sending pics of your dinner is really that important....
Damn you're old... My baby-boomer parents are in their mid-60s and even they can't recall that era.