Another generation

When I was little, I remember playing with Dad's calculator. It had a term of paper and typed the numbers on to it. He'd call out the numbers and I'd type them in. What fun it was. Partly I just liked the little whirring noise as the paper moved up for a new number.

I wonder if that's part of why I went in to accounting. Last night I brought home a calculator. Oh what joy we had this morning. What's not to love about numbers after all. The next generation of accountants is in training.