In three separate conversations yesterday, the term “old school” came up and it dawned on me that anything “old school” is sacred to folks of a certain age. (That means me and most of my friends.)
Example #1) First, my cousin told me she visited a highly respected (and not ancient) physician in Maui who didn’t have a nurse or secretary to assist or do the prelims. He took her vitals himself and recorded everything on paper – no computers in sight. She proclaimed him “old school” in a good way. He spent a huge chunk of time with her and she left feeling that he really cared about her welfare. That reminded me of my father, a country doctor who still made house calls until his retirement in 2008. He absolutely refused to use a computer.
Example #2) I watched a segment on Modern Marvels on the history channel about the burgeoning popularity of vinyl records. This, two weeks after I finally threw away the ones I’ve been moving from town to town for almost 40 years.
You remember records – I think we called them “platters” and we would spin them for hours on end. In case you’re to young to know or senile to recall, we placed them on a turntable and lowered an arm punctuated with a needle and “watched” the music as well as listened. WE sang along with The Lettermen or Earth Wind and Fire – depending on your taste or mood. I’m told the younger generation has declared them superior to compact discs.
Isn’t it funny how “old school” things seems to roll back around just when you think they have become obsolete and you drop them from your vocabulary and your conscious mind. Then bingo, there they are right in front of you and you smile because you knew they were best all along.