Facsimile

Facsimile

I think of faxes. Fax machines.

My friend's father had one at the house, when we were growing up, for work. The old kind with reams of paper with perforated edges. This was before most people had home computers, or home printers. Rolls of paper poured through the fax machine all the time. It was supposedly very cool and people were excited about it. I didn't understand what was so great about it. It was just words. No pictures or anything.