One grandmother died still convinced I was some kind of secretary. "He types for a living." Mom has a fairly reasonable idea of what I do. Once upon a time, sh

One grandmother died still convinced I was some kind of secretary. "He types for a living." Mom has a fairly reasonable idea of what I do. Once upon a time, she was the public library director and ran the NOC for country government, because the T1 terminated in the library. (It was a small town.)