Crossposted from my typist’s blog, because it’s appropriate for the day I don’t care whether my RL and SL identities are linked it’s a hybrid post with images from both sides of the uncanny divide Dear Wally (nobody ever called you Edward except your dad, and the Army), A lot has happened since 1968. Your two daughters have grown up, and you’re a name on a smoothly polished, black granite wall in Washington DC . They’ve both struggled a bit (maybe because you were taken away from them far too soon) but seem to be fine now. You’re a grandfather,…