There are inventions, and then there are inventions. The inventor of one of humanity's greatest died yesterday. Not as great as, say, air conditioning, but better than creamed spinich. It was one of the highlights of staying at the Holiday Inn on trips when I was a boy.
John Joseph Houghtaling, father of the vibrating hotel bed, is gone.
"Put in a quarter, turn out the light, Magic Fingers makes you feel all right."
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That is truly a tragedy
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