Hi, Sue (@sueinmn)

You and I have more in common than just our neuro ailments. I, too, trained as a draftsman when I was in high school. Mine was an art school, and those of us in Dr Muller’s drafting workshop called ourselves ‘architecture majors,’ although that was a bit pretentious.

I mention this because I, too, once hand-lettered legends on blueprints so precisely that anyone looking at the blueprints would have assumed the legends were printed by machine. That sure isn’t true any longer!

For years, friends and I were fond of exchanging handwritten letters. That, too, is no longer true. With one exception, my paper-letter correspondents have all either given up writing by hand and instead resorted to email, or given up corresponding altogether (too darn old), or died.

My only remaining letter-writing friend has penmanship resembling mine: squiggly, tiny, sure evidence of aging.

You’re right, though: things could be worse … far worse. Truth to tell, I’d happily have my handwriting go from almost unreadable to totally unreadable if only I could recover some of my youthful balance.

Cheers!
Ray (@ray666)

P.S. You’re right, too, when you point out how poor handwriting can be a big asset at meetings. When the chair asks, ‘Who’d like to be our recorder?’ we can quickly answer back and say, ‘Anyone but me!’