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Another uber-creepy thing just happened. And funny.

Okay. The other day I joined a group online. On Facebook.

An antique typewriter group.

Because I have my Mom’s old typewriter and another one I bought … and because I think they are cool.

Pretty. Artistic. I’ve not posted anything there yet.

Perhaps you’ve seen the other posts I’ve done about my typewriters.

So.

The other day, in the typewriter group, someone posted a picture of Morgan Freeman sitting at a typewriter and asked what kind it was (Olivetti?).

Good enough.

Not as pretty as my red Corona but then very few are.

Flash forward to today.

I have some free time. I *was* going to go out and re-watch some of Grace and Frankie (great Netflix series by the way) and I looked briefly at the four or five other movies I had put there a month ago … to be watched at a later time.

It is later.

I picked the one about the burnt out writer who spends the summer in a cabin on the water. Not that I identified or anything.

I am six minutes into it … and I realize … it’s the SAME movie that the picture / post came from.

Now I’m REALLY interested.