If all went well, this final appointment of the day would be quick and routine...But the moment you have that thought on a Friday afternoon is when everything goes awry.
I’d seen those colorful curlicue wisps somewhere before. Maybe as far back as my childhood. Wallpaper? A notebook cover?
In 1989, I would have been typing on a computer made by Apple. An Apple Macintosh. I just looked up a photo of this computer on Google.
