Dorothy

It's a beautiful day today. My friend Dororhy called and we met at the Bear Rock Cafe up the street for lunch, which was ar great idea, 'cause I got out of this hell hole.

Dorothy was my assistant registrar for many years. We registered together back in the days (1985) when Virginia did not want the normal person on the street to be able to vote, but just the elite few who could jump through the proper hoops. In order to vote, you had to apply in person before a sworn registrar of the jurisdiction in which you lived. As registrar, I traveled around a lot in my two mile big city to try to get to where the people were going to be. About 15 years ago, Dorothy and I were at a Giant Grocery on Saturday, sitting at the two opposite doors, when suddenly she screamed, ran to her car, jumped in, and drove away! Turns out she'd just been notified of the birth of her first grandchild!
She left my employment when computers came into the office. Not because they frightened her, mind you, but because "If you learn how to use them, then people just keep expecting you to do things on them!"