A Bulova Computron Is the Delightfully Anachronistic Throwback We Need

Originally published by Jack Forster on Hodinkee.

Coming of age in the late 1960s and early 1970s was a sometimes nerve-wracking, sometimes exhilarating, and sometimes wacky and kitschy experience. It was a time stylistically when the transgressive exuberance of the 1960s began to become more a matter of style than political stance, and when the unbridled optimism of the Summer Of Love began to give way to, perhaps, a time of greater cynicism, if not outright self-serving hedonism. (Ask the man who knows.)