QWERTY or how I started to stop fearing the keys…

Today’s quick pick is from a visit to a neighborhood store. (Not my neighborhood, or course. But, hey, somebody’s neighborhood.) I plan to go back there, so I won’t give the store name yet. I dropped by when they were closing. A million possible light fields, well almost. Here is the one I am calling “Remington Rand Revisited.”
The name in the title is not some relative from the old country, but the nonsense word spelled out by the upper six left hand letters from a standard keyboard. As you likely know, the arrangement of the keys was done this way to slow us down when we typed to allow the hammers to strike the ribbon, transferring the ink to the paper and then get out of the way of the next hammer. Believe it or not, I once visited a Beverly Hills house originally owned by the guy who invented the bell that would ring when you only had five spaces left on a line of typing so that you would not end up with a ruined paper and could hit the carriage return lever to rescue your typing job. That will not make sense to most of my readers, but just understand that those who were born in the mid twentieth century had other technologies to master before the iPad. We did drink much the same beer as you might now and did sing the rock and roll songs the first time they were popular. It was fun.
The work, albeit one.

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