I learned on manual typewriters in middle school (late 70’s, early 80’s). We learned to look for our home row, then pay attention to copy or dictation.

I’m 59 now, and a cancer survivor. Also a man.

I look back to the me in my twenties, and think what an ass I was. Not as a man, but as a human.

The positive aspect? I’m not that ass anymore, and my hope is in another ten years I’ll see the current me as an ass.

Introspection and personal growth as a human. Sex or gender agnostic.