My grandmother, who saw Lindbergh’s plane flying over Ireland on the way to Paris, used to say things like this all the time. She was always telling me how bad it was in the old days. They had to walk down the hill, just to get water. Then they had to carry it up. And don’t even get her started on the horrors of inkwells and fountain pens, and the mess they’d make. She never understood why people didn’t appreciate airplanes, bic pens and indoor plumbing.