Forever Typing

Grandson Grant has a birthday next Sunday.  Happy Birthday Grant.  20!  I was married at 20.  He is smarter than me!

My Dad never quite finished college but he had 85% of the required credits at Lakeland College.  He was a little bit anal like me.  His emphasis was in accounting.  Remember, this was in the late 1940’s.  He did pass the State tests and was a Certified Public Accountant.  When I was in High School, he insisted I take “typing”.  Perhaps he selfishly wanted me to learn typing so that I could help him “type” the information into tax forms he did for clients.  I typed a lot of tax forms.

In the end, taking a typing course was terrific.  The teacher was J.C.Williams who had been a legenary coach of track teams (lots of stories).  Another benefit was a guy named Becker and I were the only boys in a class of over 20 girls.  Oh yeah, I learned to type.  “Passing” was typing 60 words a minute “error free”.

I transitioned easily to “keyboarding” for the computer age.  It was easy.  To me it will always be “typing”.

Speaking of computer age, the new Apple Watch has a faulty “tapping” mechanism that alerts you to messages.  Really!  The new watch also has trouble if it is mounted over a tattoo.  Apparently there is a light transmission issue causing problems measuring body vitals.  I put my order on hold for the watch.

Mother’s Day is approaching.

Love,

Dad