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I was the same way - left with a typewriter and Lanier in the trunk of my car. I don't miss the white-out and the carbon paper, or the reams of paper from every different hospital (still have some left that I'm using for scrap paper). I do miss the calls from Lettie where she'd put you on hold for John - sweating it out waiting to see if I'd screwed up or he was giving me a new hospital or even a raise. Worked up to the day I delivered with my next two babies and they sent me flowers. Sometimes I wonder what the H happened. |