Look Ma: I can read!

So, as part of the renewed effort to get the writer in me to surface, have been revisiting my past a lot. Recently recalled that in England I was somehow taught to read using the initial teaching alphabet (I.T.A.) which probably means that reading Etruscan -- or at the very least Finnegan's Wake -- should be as easy as "A, B, C"...



Or perhaps exposure to I.T.A. forms the procrustean bed for my excuses for NOT writing: given the limitations of the qwerty keyboard, Cowboi Smaull is a pretty hard act to follow....