I just spent over an hour typing in a short story, "Glad for Gladys", I wrote over 30 years ago from the hard copy.
Then I did something, I don't know what--hit the wrong key, something so serious it erased all my work.
I am such a technical idiot!
Maybe I'll get the energy another day to type in the story. Maybe not, since I feel so much like an idiot right now.
Email me and I'll send you a hard copy. Easier for me. Snail mail I can do without fear of really screwing up.....
The story is good, I think.
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