My father started trading feed additives in the 1970s. I grew up hearing stories about those days, and they all revolved around one theme: back then everything took longer, but when the workday ended the workday really ended. Driving to a customer required planning a route on a map and sitting down upon arrival for a long chat about the market. There is a certain nostalgia associated with those days, with the hum of the workday balanced by calm evenings free of email beckoning for a. . .