I miss my writers bump...

There was a time.. In the dark years.. (kids cover your eyes) before computers were main stream (gasp)... when you could tell people of words.

You could tell by looking at the second or third finger of (generally) the right hand.

There was... *insert heroic music here* a writer's bump.

I remember sitting in a coffee shop idly watching a man talk with his hands. His second finger had the tell-tale mark of a man of many, and probably, well written words. The callous like bump on the finger said as much.

I have always written.. I've written my letters to nowhere in times of sress, I've had penpals across the US and one in France. I consider a typed personal letter to be a sin ranking higher than .. oh I don't know.. spitting on elderly people.

As I was writing a Thank You note, on my best stationary, to Bettie at HOUSE OF HINES. I started to feel a bit of pressure in the spot where my, now extinct, writers bump used to be.

Oddly enough, I felt a sense of true loss. An era has passed.