Still having Nostalgia Fest?

I gave up reading at 400 when I realized how many more there were to go. Still having Nostalgia Fest?

Under the covers at night, with the leatherette-cased transistor radio, monophonic earplug, and on a good night I could pick up Chicago, which was far, far away in more than distance from my world.

I don't want to one-up anybody, but when I was very young, we already had voice-activated dialing. I picked up the receiver, the Operator said, "Number, please?" and I squeaked out my friend's three-digit number. High tech. Beat that.