I'm something of a klutz. True story. In the 10th grade, I had a free elective to fill, so I registered for a typing class. I knew going in that it'd be a train wreck. But I'm stubborn. Back then, we only had manual typewriters. We took typing tests, graded on how many words per minute plus counting the errors. All thumbs, I was flunking. Luckily, I'd two pals who typed like virtuoso pianists. They offered to do my typing tests. No dummy, I agreed, and I passed the course. Now you might think such behavior would only hurt me in the long run. Today my pals are a carpenter and lab technician, respectively. I've easily typed a million words and, the Good Lord willing, there's more to come.
Ed Lynskey
@edlynskey
These days, my 11-year-old types quite a lot using just her two forefingers, which is probably all a lot of green eyeshade-wearing newsroom editors did in the old days. I hope that evolves somewhat, but she's way ahead of where I was at that age.