In the summer of 1969, after sophomore year in college, I had a job that no longer exists. At the urging of a friend who held a similar position in nearby Westport, I applied and was accepted to become a teletype operator-trainee at the Western Union office in Norwalk, CT. What gave me a leg up was the fact that I aced the office's spelling test and knew how to (mostly) touch type, the result of a summer school class my mother had forced me to take a few years earlier. (Back then, ...

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