A motherlode..........


Stuttering, Muttering & Suffering

....A sign of the times


That typing class I took back in the day is certainly paying off. Thanks to my typing teacher we called Kojack, that woman wouldwalk around the room with a twelve inch ruler; she made your knuckles cried bloody murder if she caught your eyes even attempt to steal a glance at that keyboard.















God bless my now deceased mother, for giving me no other choice but to take that typing class just in case I had no back up plan, she left no stones unturned - the possibility that I may succumb to the wiles of a dead beat that knocked me up. Of course, typing was frowned upon as a menial task for the intellectually challenged. Now, I live to see that typing is king and it's my fingers that do the thinking and my brain that does the walking......



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