I loved the sound and because my 1200 baud modem was only used for calling local BBSes it was an aural reminder that I was connecting to other people.
It helped that I’d see many of those same people almost every Thursday at a Fuddrucker’s where we’d confuse the staff by using our handles instead of our names. I now work across the street from where that Fuddrucker’s was. I watched it become a TGI Friday’s and now it’s empty.
Well, we’ll always have the handshake.
