When I was a little boy I remember icy milk arriving at my GrandDad’s farm through a blanketing, winter snowstorm in the mid-1950’s.
We were a large, family gathering snowed in at the house, and a dairy farmer brought milk over with his horse and sleigh. I still have a 4-quart can I saved from my childhood.
So you can imagine with roots like that...milk in cans in a horse drawn sleigh, growing up hippy, Manhattan in the '80's, our first computer, now smartphone’s and video games and everyone’s noses buried in Facebook...that’s an arc of technology not many generations are afforded.
All the best and Happy New Year to the baby boomers!