My grandpa Elmer was a highly organized man. In my earliest memories, I remember him with a shirt pocket full of tools. His ‘computer’, as he called it, was a small stack of index cards that were loaded with essential information: our clothing sizes, the manager’s name at Denny’s, social security numbers, card game scores, etc. The cards were tattered from frequent referencing, and they fit nicely in the shirt’s pocket with just enough room for a pencil or two. Occasionally, while in church, he’d let us doodle on a blank card– always prepared, he knew we’d need them. These cards are one of my strongest memories of him. He passed away a couple of weeks ago. I snuck a card home in my luggage. I cut out a small heart and framed it in my locket. If you’d like to read, Bound for Invention, a short story about him, visit evergreenreview.com/111/contents.htm. -2d editor A.A.
