In the early days of the Internet, teenage me marveled at being able to chat with people around the world from my dial-up modem and Commodore computer. Once connected to the university system at 300 baud with my borrowed login; I had access to precious computer time on the real Internet. It was mostly just university students and staff and researchers - live connections were rare and low speed in the ‘80s.
You could direct connect with “chat” or the more sophisticated ICQ, and eventually IRC. USENET and email were boring places filled with old people who liked to write too much - like me now. This was the early days of the fediverse.
I loved learning about people’s lives and cultures on the other side of the planet. We would often ask each other where we were, and I always said, “on-a-lake in-the-woods US” because nobody ever knew where Wisconsin was, and I lived far from any cities. In the winter that lake would freeze for months. Feet of solid ice is strong like concrete, and my Dad and I would fly our little Cessna from right in front of our home.
If I close my eyes it feels like yesterday. Winter was my favorite season. Lots of time to program and drink hot chocolate by the fireplace. Complete silence except for the occasional snowmobile. The sterile smell of cold punctuated by greasy machines that always needed fixing.