Rachel Writes by R.A. Garber I was going to begin by saying I’m really not a Luddite at heart, even though I began life just after the time when the family still bathed, one by one, in a large metal tub in the middle of the kitchen floor, and just before the inauguration of the “electric toilet,” as my brother called the new flush toilet in our home. I remember standing on a chair in front of the wall-mounted wooden crank telephone to stretch up…
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