For want of a key
I had almost forgotten about that! In photos of the new and shiny car (not actually new, but definitely gleaming), there was an unidentified object. Turns out, we own one of those gadgets required while camping: an inverter, to charge things in the car). I mean, I knew we had one, but after not camping for several seasons it had disappeared from view.
Well, the man at the detail garage found it. Probably beneath one of the seats; we don’t often look there. See what a little TLC can do.
The man with all the answers, from Jeopardy, has died. With him, an era. I am doubtful that anyone can fill his chair. Not me, even if my life is one trivial pursuit. Not anyone I actually know (for the same reason). I hope that the network will retire the program. Put up an archive of material, if you must, but don’t try to replace someone that came into our homes five times a week with a subtle reminder that we all left school too soon.
A few minutes ago, the letter T, on my laptop keyboard, stopped. I spent a few (fruitless) moments with a small brush and some compressed air. Popped the keytop off and probed some more. And then downstairs and shook the sawdust off an old full-size slab that I bought for who remembers what reason. Full-size is synonomous with over-size; my typing speed has taken a real blow to the ribs. If the backspace key gives out, I will have to consider alternatives. Maybe Morse code…
My primary genealogy database just moved beyond the 98K mark.
