The Internet looked very different back in the early 1990s. Unless you were in school or the military, very little of it was truly “online.” A few times each day, the NeXTstation Turbo Color in my home office would dial out to Northwest Nexus (still kicking as “NuOz”) and establish a UUCP link.
My email address at the time was mickey@fantasy.wa.com, but this was a shortcut for my real address: uunet!nwnexus!fantasy!mickey. If you read this backwards, you see the path that messages would take to find me:
uunet, an enormous commercial ISP that had live connections to the academic and military Internet.nwnexus, our local provider, which would “store and forward” messages for us.fantasy, my beautiful, wonderful, favorite-ever NeXTstation.mickey, my personal username (you’ll be shocked to learn that Lara was minnie).
The UUCP connection had four jobs:
- Download new email for fantasy users.
- Upload any email we’d sent off-machine, e.g., to my dad using MCI Mail.
- Download any new Usenet posts in groups we’d configured (definitely not
alt.sex). - Upload any new Usenet posts we’d written, which would send them on their way to the rest of the world.
Email was basically what it is today of course, but Usenet was everything else: Facebook, Reddit, WordPress, Instagram, RedNote, Substack — if it was group-focused content, it was on Usenet. Lara still talks to folks she first met through alt.parenting.attachment and rec.crafts.quilting (or maybe rec.crafts.textiles.quilting, I don’t remember for sure).
While Usenet had been a part of our lives since college, there was a singular moment sometime around 1993 when I realized just how truly powerful and global this “network” stuff really was.
I had inherited an old TRS-80 Model 100 from my Dad — one of the first laptops and allegedly the last computer that BillG actually wrote code for. It’s a really neat little machine, and the simplicity of its design makes it a wonderful platform for exploration, like an 80-era Flipper Zero.
Anyways, the Model 100’s built-in BASIC has some useful machine-language functions, but to really write native code you need an assembler, and in particular I wanted a cross-assembler, so I could write code on my NeXT and then download it to the 100. Finding a cross-assembler for a long-discontinued and obsolete piece of hardware is most definitely a needle/haystack kind of thing — generously a couple of hundred people worldwide might care.
Enter Usenet; specifically comp.sys.tandy. My plea went out to NWNexus, then UUNET, then all over the world — and in a story clearly too good to be true, some guy I’d never met in rural Sweden had exactly what I needed. He sent it my way less than one day later (one day!) and I was good to go.
There are lots of anecdotes like this. But what just walloped me over the head was the combination of speed, cost, obscurity and generosity. I was able to send a message of clearly no importance, basically for free, across the entire world, in minutes — and of the billions of people on the planet, the one who happened to be in my exact situation heard the ask and was happy to help me out. That is just insane. INSANE.
The Dad Machine
One of the quintessential “dad jobs” I believe in is to know, most of the time, how everyday stuff works, and how to fix it. Righty-tighty-lefty-loosey; the difference between a fuse and a circuit breaker and a GFCI; unclogging toilets; cleaning gutters; putting air into tires; sanding or salting the driveway; getting a cashier’s check; turning off the gas; holding the mail; finding somebody to pump the septic; boiling an egg; hanging pictures; what type of glue to use … you get the idea.
Lara and I share “dad” duties with our kids and each other — our skills are pretty complementary and between us we cover things pretty OK. But man, things are WAY more complicated than they used to be and there is far, far too much out there for anybody to just “know” even a fraction of it.
However, while there is a ton of bad — maybe apocalyptically bad — caused by social media and the Internet in general, nothing has revolutionized this aspect of being a Dad like YouTube videos. It is almost inconceivable just how much solid, positive, useful content there is hiding behind that “skip ad” button.
YouTube can teach you to do anything. It’s that Usenet guy in Sweden, on steroids, for the 21st century. I re-prove this to myself almost every day.
Example #1: West Country Whipping
My folks recently moved into a place in Colorado. It’s a great place for walking and hiking, with the neighborhoods of Boulder on one side and trails around Mount Sanitas on the other. But their walking sticks are still back in Maine, so I thought I’d make them a couple of new ones using Whidbey driftwood.
For the handles, I wanted to do a wrap with suede strips (actually fake suede like this) — it’s a nice, soft material that looks cool and doesn’t slip. But I didn’t have a clue how to do a wrap that would actually stay on without a ton of messy glue. Enter “West Country Whipping,” which (if I do say so myself) turned out beautifully:
Example #2: The Oven Door Won’t Close
The oven at our place on Whidbey is ancient and, well, pretty much garbage. The temp is off by a sometimes-consistent 25 degrees and the upper half gets way hotter than the lower half. But it is “there” and it still gets hot, so there are plenty of other things to replace first.
Except a few years ago, the door stopped closing all the way, making it impossible to keep an even temperature (not to mention being super-wasteful). Before deciding on a full replacement, I went to my old friend YouTube. And of course, there are step-by-step, detailed videos that both explain what was going on (weak door hinges) and how to fix it. With a bit of model-number searching I found the right parts on Amazon and boom — the oven and I were able to return to our unhappy but stable relationship.
Example #3: Johnny Appleseed
A few years ago my daughter gifted me two apple trees for our front yard. They are wonderful and last Spring I thought they’d grown enough to remove their stabilizing poles. Of course a big windstorm came up and broke off one of the trees, right at the graft point. Bummer.
Our neighbor’s grandson is a great kid; he loves gardening and compost and recycling and the dump. When he saw my tree had gone down, he came over with a seed from a Cosmic Crisp apple he’d been eating earlier so I could replace it. What a neat guy.
I hadn’t a clue if it was even possible to do this — so hello YouTube. It turns out that if you put apple seeds in a wet paper towel in a ziplock in the fridge, it will encourage them to germinate. Success is usually about 50%, but a couple of months later my little seed had sprouted and now nine months on it’s a real live little plant spending the winter in my greenhouse.
To be clear, a tree grown like this may not (probably won’t) produce great apples — but who cares, it’s a living thing created from snacktime leftovers! As my wife says — DIRECTIVE.
Example #4: The Key is Stuck in the Subaru
I love me a Subaru. The AWD is fantastic, and even with pretty lax maintenance they seem to keep running forever. I’ve bought and recommended them many times and taught both of my kids to drive in one. I’m just not sure which of the five Subaru demographics I belong to (outdoor; medical; engineer; teacher; lesbian).
A couple of weeks ago though, I parked my current 2016 Impreza Sport and the key wouldn’t come out of the ignition. I’ve had that happen in a few cars when the steering column locks up, but that wasn’t it. Eventually by starting and stopping the car a few times and moving it into and out of Park it released, but it was pretty annoying.
This behavior accelerated over the next few days until I became pretty concerned that at some point I wouldn’t be able to get the key out at all. A quick Internet search told me that this was a pretty common problem, that there’s a “sensor” that needs to be replaced, and that the dealer could do it for probably about $600.
But come on, this car is ratty and old and I kind of want a pickup anyways (OK I really want a Subaru BRAT, but good luck finding one in fair shape at a fair price). Is it really worth the hassle and cost of repair? Maybe I just drive the car to a dealer and trade it in and move on.
One last look at YouTube saved me again — it turns out that the switch in question is just a little metal tab that contacts the gear shift when it’s in Park. Over time the tab gets bent down and becomes unreliable. But if you know where the magic Phillips screw is, you can remove it, the center console, the coin tray and the gear shift knob to expose the tab. Bend it back a few millimeters and Bob’s Your Uncle — thank you Kurt!
We Can’t Lose This
The funny thing is, I’m not even a “video” guy. My favorite literary format is “bulleted list” and I find most videos, podcasts and non-fiction books to be infuriatingly full of wasted time and repetitive fluff. But for these knowledge transfers, being able to actually see how the parts go together, how the tools work, how much force should be required, etc. — it’s just invaluable.
I don’t know what’s going to happen over the next twenty years. It frankly doesn’t look great and I worry about our collective future. But one thing I am certain of is that this worldwide, grass roots, incredibly deep repository of knowledge needs to live on. Never ever ever has so much power been in the hands of individual people. My examples are trivial, but — Learn to blacksmith? Create a memecoin? Run for Congress? Defend the persecuted? Build a rocket or root cellar or treehouse or cooperative farm? It’s all there.
A lot to figure out — but for now, be a great Dad and learn with your kids. You don’t even have to tell them you found it on YouTube. Until next time!







