“Benzy and I went out on a little motorcycle adventure to break the stir-crazy. We got a sandwich at Masoods and hiked out to enjoy our lunch in the sunshine sitting on an old disused railway bridge over a stream at the bottom of a steep gully. A funny shy dog came to visit us. We were sure it wanted to befriend us but was too bashful. He warmed up to us enough to lick the meat juice at the bottom of our sandwich box. It hung out for a bit looking this way and that. Finally, gathering up his courage, he leapt over us and continuing down the tracks on his own self-guided walk. We realized it didn’t want to make friends with us, and only wanted to cross the bridge.”
“J A C K I E “
What a nice dog.
I also remember ancient typewriters that lacked the “1” key…