This red 1.44 megabyte floppy disc is from a large fifty pack my dad bought during the late nineties but only a handful remain in my possession. There were also blue, green, and orange discs in addition to this red one, but this one floppy disc is slightly more significant than the others, which I will explain in more detail later.
My dad has always been a frugal man. He has never been quick to buy anything just after it was released on the market, or even new out of the box. He has patience I have seen in few others, just in regards to waiting for a product to hit its rock bottom market price. And even then, he would usually wait until he could find the item either used at flea market or garage sale, or discounted at some sale. In fact, I do not think the man has made a single impulse purchase in his entire life. Unfortunately for my father, his thrift has been undercut by his inability to understand modern computer technology and its short development cycle. His basement is littered with unused, and sometimes even unopened, collections of obsolete media and data formats; purchased in bulk once they had become dirt cheap. Unfortunately, the reason the floppy discs had become so cheap was because they had long been replaced by more efficient methods of data storage and most new computers no longer contained floppy disc drives.
Most of the fifty floppy discs remain unused to this day, but a handful did serve one task before being shoved into draw and forgotten about until know. The red floppy disc is labeled “Transfer Disc # 8”, delineating it as one of the ten or so that was used to move important files from my family’s ailing Windows 98 to a brand new Windows XP desktop. Because I no longer have a computer with a functioning floppy disc drive, I do not even know what, if anything, remains on the disc. It has been nearly a decade since it has seen use so, for all I know, it may not even work anymore. Not that I could think of a reason why someone would even need to use a floppy disc in an age of multi gigabyte memory cards and usb drives. But here it is, a reminder of a frugal man’s poor investment.
— hand delivered in New York City