No more artful penmanship.

Sometimes. I get nostalgic. And want to do things. The old way. Like back in the 1940s and 1950s. And that’s exactly what I do. Pull out an old typewriter.  And bang away. I like the pitter-patter sound that went with the written word. Now I write to the accompaniment of silent keys. On my trusty computer. Though I have the option to play classical music.  More fitting with my mood. I also have a different writing style. More in keeping with the modern age. More crisp. More to the point. Not so flowery. I’ve adapted. For convenience sake. But still, it bothers me. That I’m losing touch.  With archaic times. When I got plaudits. For my wonderful penmanship. To think. Now I seldom touch a pen. And when I do, it’s to scribble. Long gone. The days of artful penmanship. --Jim Broede