Welp, I've dusted off the old Tandy at the request of a new friend of mine, Chuck Wogatzke. After a chemical spill of one of those French vanilla coffees you get at the local convenience store, the keyboard was actually stuck to the desk and the qwerty row didn't even function.
After repeated blows, she conceded and now the only effect is kind of a shock-absorbed space bar. There is no bypassing the qwerty row. Just look at how many words in this letter use "E."
Mr. Wogatzke and I met on what can best be described as a surreal trip to San Diego. He objected to my wanting a tattoo but drove me to the shop in P.B. anyway. I couldn't decide between "driven" or "powered" "by hate" (a little help, Ed?) so I didn't get a tattoo but it was a fun trip anyway.
I only hope I have his vitality when I'm his age. We subsequently met at Wal-Mart, where you occasionally find better deals on their clearance stuff than you can get at a yard sale managed by a lethargic teen-ager.