Microsoft
Office was horrible software. That's why he liked it. Things were too slick these days. Apps. The kids were always on a few at the same time. When one app got old today two new ones came to replace them. Apps. Apps everywhere.
apps
apps apps.
That sounded like a rap song, the old man thought. APPS.
He had a computer from the old days. A big brick of a laptop that ran
windows
XP. On it ran a very old version of Microsoft Word. there was a time when the best authors used Microsoft Word to write their novels. books that changed the world. But the world moved on. Kids not yet in kindergarten were using apps that took more processing speed and memory than computers that brought
Buzz Lightyear
to the moon in
1969
.
The Old Man liked to doing things the
old school
way. New stuff was in today out tomorrow. but the old... that stayed old the whole damn time. He only had a month or so left to live. so he was going to go out the classic way. old school. One night he was nursing a lager down at Dockside when a slim man in his 30s with long, blonde tressles falling on both sides of his face.
"I like you, man. You're old school." He had said while lifting his glass up towards the old man. "say I didn't catch your name."
The Old Man had just smiled with his eyes squinting so much they looked closed. "Just call me that. Old School."
The blonde man in his 30s, who's names was Jimmy, took a moment to think. Then he shrugged and raised his glass once more. "Here's to you, Old School."
The bartender raised a glass with him. "To Old School." Then suddenly the Old Man saw the entire bar at Dockside raise glasses of their own. Glasses of beer and liquor.