Most of you know that I celebrated my birthday about two weeks ago.
This year I celebrated with my mom.
I had taken her to her eye doctor's appointment, complete with dilatation,
So after our little birthday dinner, she gave me a card.
Inside was this scrappy piece of paper...
You see, the folks that grew up during the depression saved everything.
But when I turned the paper over, there was typing...
I immediately recognized the font.
She must have typed it years ago, on her first typewriter.
The same typewriter that she used to type the local news column every Monday.
The same typewriter that I used to type research papers in high school.