I have no idea how long this will last, but so far, Jenny, Teddy and I are having fun with this new website. Pat is having fun observing us.
Jenny and I are right here, in good old Washington State. Teddy has strayed. He is in Florida, where he lives, or Prudhoe Bay, Alaska, where he works, depends on the week.
The latest message from Teddy: “Your website is poppin’, 9 visits from China.”
See, I told you the Mandarin subtitles would work, I responded.
Just before that, I was telling Teddy I did not like the name I had chosen — Every Person is a Story — for my online magazine.
“How about: Old Man Ramblings,” he suggested.
That’s too… well not really attention-grabbing, I said.
“Well then, how about, Tedescobar.com: Clues to Pablo’s Fortune. You can write clues into your stories. That’ll keep ‘em coming back”
That will grab attention, but I am not really looking for an audience made up of the mob, the FBI and DEA, not to mention Robert Mueller.
“Look dad,” Teddy said. “I’m starting to run out of ideas. Here’s another: It’s Free, So Why Are You Complaining?”
He finally agreed with Window on Your World, sort of. He changed it to Window to Your World.
We had finished that text messaging conversation when Jenny yelled from my computer chair, “Dad, this story, which has already been posted, has some typos.”
I thought you had already proof-read it. Can Teddy un-post it?
“No I didn’t, and yes he can,” she said.
Oh, well, in that case, there’s a couple more you need to look at.
“Wow dad, so many typos. You’ve never done this before.”
I’ve never been 73 before. My memory is struggling.
“But scene when it should be seen?”
You’ve heard of muscle memory, right? Well my fingers are starting to forget where to go or when it’s their turn. That’s why I asked you to help.
“Honestly, dad.”
Honestly. And sometimes the mouse runs across the keyboard and really messes things up.
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