When I was five or six years old, we lived in an older home that had push-button light switches; in fact, they literally looked like 2 licorice all-sorts ( the black and white ones with that snowy core of coconutty icing) had been inserted into the wall. I assume this was some ancient electrical system but to my young eye at the time it seemed the pinnacle of elegance. (Yes, I harbored faint, middle class longings for a somehow yet-to-be-discovered aristocracy even then …) Continue reading →