Wite-Out

Years ago, in my advanced adult years but before the memory of many who currently are moving beyond middle age into senior-citizenship, two new and highly useful products came to pass because of the newly futuristic state of word-processing, the IBM Selectric typewriter. 

Over the course of a generation, old fashioned upright manual typewriters 

went out of vogue as more and more offices gradually moved into the future with electric typewriters. 

And with that came the two, as I say, magical products. One was the little roll of white-chalked tape to be stuck between the typewriter ribbon and the paper and struck with the key of the bad letter to white it out so it could be corrected. 

The other was a bit earlier and a bit crude, came in a tiny bottle whose cap included a tiny brush with which to paint out typing errors, the correction fluid product first called "Liquid Paper"

and later brand-named Wite-Out. 

Why does the mind go down that trail this Saturday morning? Because sitting here at my 7H window onto StAndrewsBay, I'm looking out into foggy white-out. Visibility, one inch. New, the fog came on little cat feet some time after my 4:20 visit out on the porch to admire overhead moon and two planets. IDK, maybe something about contact of changing air temperature with more steady temperature of the Bay water. 

The fog comes 

on little cat feet. 

It sits looking 

over harbor and city 

on silent haunches 

and then moves on.

It will move on as the morning sun's heat "burns off" the fog and unveils a lovely Saturday.

8:02 AM CDT Saturday, 29 Sep 2018 Norden line's Spar Pavo 856x106 arriving to load wood pellets.

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Carl Sandburg, "Fog"