“A life’s work in poems, songs, fiction,” I said, “and no way to get it all out there.”
“But dad,” she said, “while you were sleeping, someone invented computers, the internet, the web, and . . . a bunch of other stuff. If you get a computer, I’ll show you.”
“OK,” I said.
So I got a computer, my daughter, Kynthia, is doing her best to teach me how to use it, but . . . .
Nevermind. I’ll be back. Sheesh.