A few weeks ago, I posted a link to a story about a slinky. It appealed to me at a number of levels. Nostalgia. Appeal of something that is so apparently simple. External simplicity that is the result of a lot of hard work and technology. And the fact that the KB toy store mentioned was across the street from my first apartment that I got in the early eightys.
Yesterday my wife was talking on her cell phone (then pretentious, now ubiquitous) to our daughter (now 9) from that mall. Oh well, enough nostalgia for now. Later today, I've got a plane to catch.