The past lives on every night in Central State..

I get to carry one of the highest tech computers that came out last year. I get to rent a 2006 car. My mobile phone is probably a throwback at 2 years old. I know my wardrobe could use an update as well.

I'm not that much into old things, but during my evening drives up and down Interstate 81 between Syracuse and Binghamton, I've gotten into the WRVO Playhouse. I've heard Robert Montgomery, Miriam Hopkins, Raymond Burr and tonight was Fibber McGee from 1943. Sure, they were simpler times, but the depth and clarity of expression in these shows never fails to send a shiver down my spine or bring me to chuckling at a pun that could be seen for miles away. The trip goes by all too fast until I get to Cortland and the signal fades. They knew how to spin a tale in those days.

Of course, the irony of writing this as I watch The Matrix on TBS isn't lost on me.