I had probably been shouting my argument but then again so was she Straw men were easily constructed and demolished , swaying no one. "What could possibly happen to make you think that was OK?" was my final question. It was the 60's she said shrugged, turned back to the book she had been originally torn from by my shouting at the TV. The Zeitgeist she offered as an apology or justification had passed into lore before I was born. leaving me trying to remember the only Dylan song I knew.
The row on row of IBM Selectrics clacking the smell is still with me hanging like the memory of disappointment 3rd period typing. The dot com bubble still a decade or more away why the hell would I want to learn to type? I wanted to be a boss not a slave. To be young again.
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