My grandfather's house is like taking a tour of suburban life in the 1960's. Practically nothing has been touched for 3 decades - even the straw box is at least twice older than I. I found a 1945 copy of Le Petite Prince. Too bad I don't know Freedomish (archaically known as "French"). Perhaps I should burn it in a patriotic fervor.

Shopping for a laptop is an itch and a half.