Oh baby. The telegraph. The marvel of the 19th century. The absolute pinnacle of technological achievement—if you enjoy sending messages at the thrilling speed of one word per minute. Instead of simply texting “How are you?” and getting an instant reply,...
Growing up, I had a Dish satellite, and the two reasons I remember that I had one were that I would come home from and watch Cartoon Network with a bowl of goldfish and a Juicebox, and that my dad hated Dish with a burning passion Part of the reason my dad hated dish...
