Recently I borrowed my 23 year old daughter’s car. It’s a pretty zippy little car into which she had installed a new radio when she first got it. I remember my first car and its radio. Turn the knob to “on”, adjust the volume with the same knob, and then turn it off with it. So easy! I could not figure out the radio in this car. There was no “on” button. There was a screen saver that told the time for a nano second every 30 hours or something, because I never once saw the time. Thus I arrived at an appointment in a flustered state thinking I was late. I was on time. I tried at every stop light to figure out how to make some music come out of the speakers. All I could find was an “off” button which I stabbed repeatedly thinking that perhaps the maker thought turning it off might be more important than knowing how to turn it on. There were buttons with arrows, and letters, I think one said “source”. Driving down the highway stabbing at buttons trying to get some music going in the little car; now that’s the way to get to an appointment! This of course is just another incidence of my troubles with modern electronics. I’m still learning the ins and outs of my smart aleck phone, and now this radio. Thank goodness it’s not in my vehicle, which was in the garage for repairs the day I borrowed my daughter’s car. Once my vehicle was ready for pick up my daughter drove me to the garage. I told her of my trouble trying to turn on her radio. With a mildly amused smirk she pointed to the proper button. It was the one marked “source”. If I sat in that car for a year I wouldn’t have ever guessed that was the one to turn on the radio.