Saturday, July 9, 2011

A sign of something or other

There is something to be said about handwriting.  I've always known it, and over the years I have sought to disguise my writing in many ways so that my innermost soul could not be interpreted by agile minds and other suspicious characters. I could put the blame on my father, who had the best penmanship that I can remember.  There was also girl in my high school who also had a very lovely style as well. Putting any specimens of my own against theirs would inevitably invite unwelcome and sad comparisons, so whenever I put pen to paper, it is always done with exaggeration- a little too much delicacy here, a little too much flair there, or whatever the day seems to want to conjure up.  Trust me when I say that it is not my real handwriting.  Although I will admit that if you ever saw my "signature," it would be more than easy to analyze me as the truth comes out there.  Fortunately, or unfortunately, almost nobody ever asks for it.

Or does it?

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