Dear Wigleaf,

Do you remember typing class? I do. Seventh grade, Catholic school, my fingers in the approximate home key position, as Brother Mark intoned, "F-space, G-space, H-space, J-space," while walking the room with his hands behind his back (he really did) as my friends and I typed and made jokes beneath our breath. "LOST-IN-space!" my friend Todd whispered. I always thought that was the funniest joke.

Sometimes, when my wife catches me smiling for no real reason whatsoever, she'll ask me what I'm smiling about, and I'll say nothing, nothing at all. But really I'm thinking about that joke.






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