


I remember being a kid with a big old black typewriter from a neighborhood garage sale. Back then when I typed something, it seemed almost like I /type set/ something — like I had made an important declaration! (Exclamation point, I make that by single quote, backspace, period…) Bob Dylan is worthy. For what did I make the effort? It was the weekly top ten list from AM radio station KIST on Friday night. I published two copies, one for myself, and one for the kids across the street. (Those sheets have not made it to France with me.)
I am typing right now… or am I? My fingers think so, but my heart says, “no.”
Those would be great to find!!
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