A little dash here, a little dot there.
When I was a kid, I wanted to learn Morse Code. I’d watch an old war movie with my sister, and there those guys would be, facing the most horrific of odds, tapping out the dot, dot, dots, as everyone hovered around watching. Dot, dash, dot. Sweating, hovering, watching. Dash, dash, dash. We rigged up […]
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