Memories of my children's father on this Father's Day
We often drove to Florida to visit my mother. On one trip, my husband was in computer withdrawal. (laptops hadn't been invented, yet.) He did, however, bring pads of paper and pens and pencils.
Partway through our visit, he took these supplies out and sat there staring at them. He looked up at me and with a straight face, asked how he could enter information. Trying not to giggle, I pointed out both ends of the pencil. "You ENTER with the point. And you DELETE with the eraser.
(He had a dry sense of humor which we bounced off each other.)
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