“Weather dot com,” I typed into my family’s clunky IBM computer. I’m pretty sure it still had dial up. I can still hear that sound associated with two things.
The first, and definitively more exciting prospect, being waiting to check my AIM messages from friends with screen names such as “cutiekatie910” or “soccergurl4eva.” Not that I could judge.
I was decidedly the “dancerchick323.” The other purpose of old faithful was to check the weather. I monitored the weather with a regularity my devout Italian-American grandmother designated to her Roman Catholic faith.Read more on themighty.com