Sleight of Hand
“What lovely handwriting young man,” my Grade 5 teacher said to me way back in the Paleozoic Era. You know, back then when gasoline was thirty cents a gallon, people had rotary phones, and cursive handwriting was a mandatory part of the curriculum. As a young boomer I put my handwriting skills to good use, signing birthday cards, writing cheques and sending heartfelt letters to my girlfriends because that’s what you did in the pre-Internet days before texting.