Typewriter Woes. I think I figured out why they let this typewriter in. I just started to type a letter to you and the memory went ka-blue-eee. Maybe they broadcast a signal that scrambles the memory.

Yes, I just lost all my data. I had an address list, magazine addresses, and preset files with addresses for four or five people.

The display started to show all kinds of non-printable characters, and powering the typewriter off and on did not do any good. I was forced to issue the memory reset command while in typewriter mode and now, twenty minutes later I am starting again.

I was stating to comment about the negative waves contained in your latest letter, (as Oddball of Kelly's Heroes used to expound) and next thing I know, scrambled memory. I guess I should be glad it was at the start of the letter and not at the end.

I was sort of bummed out by the letter and further dismayed realizing that by the time you got my letter, this one, it would be Wednesday, and any response you write I would not get till the following Monday at the earliest. Boy, things could be worse, it could take weeks to get mail through to you!

I vented a little about the frustration of not being able to better communicate with people on the outside, then made the mistake of seeking some comfort by calling Mom and Dad and that never happens, not through any direct fault of theirs.

I spent Saturday listening to the classical music station and catching up on my NY Times reading. We are talking about seven days of newspapers and over six hours sitting on my bed reading. Not bad for someone with ADD.

WNED had the Barber of Seville on all afternoon. It was actually a live broadcast. It was really happening at the Met at the same time. I do not usually care for opera too much, but the music is so familiar it is good to listen to.  ¶ 10:27 PM