Somethings never change

Somethings never change.  Of if they do, I tend to hold onto the simplest way of things. Call it old fashion, or wise, or stubborn.  It doesn’t matter.  I’m writing this blog article with a computer, way better than a typewriter where I’d make a multitude of errors and I’d have to begin again.  Just ask my best friend from high school, Teri. She once watched me try to type my homework assignment.  After five tries, she pulled my latest attempt out of the typewriter and within minutes had completed the assignment error-free.  In my defense, she plays piano, has long fingers, and well, she’s talented.

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