OK, no more Mike Rowe stuff. I dang near peed my pants laughing.

Posted by Mike Anderson at February 17, 2017 11:42 AM

I'll get you a hot towel.

Posted by Vanderleun at February 17, 2017 11:54 AM

My home, built in 1929, still has the laundry chutes, two, to be exact. Use them daily. My good friend says his chutes are magic. He throws clothes down them, and they magically reappear clean and folded in his chest of drawers.

Posted by John Venlet at February 17, 2017 12:24 PM

Modernenity traded laundry chutes for 2nd floor laundry rooms. Yep, 2 of em. The one close to the kitchen is for kitchen stuff and any guest rooms on the first floor. The big dawg, with the upright monsters, is on the 2nd floor for all them bed sheets, etc. Please don't forget to sister them joists if you don't want cracks in the ceiling below and for the sake of gaw pay $300 for that inline dryer vent booster fan if the run is more than 8' like it most assuredly is. You might see that reflected in your insurance premiums. (most house fires start in clogged dryer vents and clogged AC return vents) Go check both, right now. Yes, you'll need a screwdriver for the dryer vent, and maybe a ladder.

Posted by ghostsniper at February 17, 2017 6:13 PM

My Ma's Mother was born in 1894 and died in 1998. She saw much of that stuff that Wilder saw but due to the acceleration of technology, she couldn't keep up with it near the end.
She lived with my Ma and a couple times a week I would stop by and check up on them. We all lived out in fairly remote country beyond cable TV and I had gotten my Grandma satellite TV so she always had a good picture. One evening on my way home from work I stopped to see them and when I went in G-Ma's room she said
"Oh I was so worried about you. Did you have a problem getting home in the rain?"
me "Gram, its not raining out there, its a beautiful day."
her "Sure its raining, I was just watching it before you came in.?"
"No, here it is, look."
Click, click and the TV turned on to WLS (or whatever it was) in CHICAGO. I spent the next 5 minutes trying to tell her that she was watching a Chicago channel until I finally gave up, kissed her and walked in to say hey to my Ma.

Posted by Dink Newcomb at February 17, 2017 10:23 PM