Joe’s mother was a writer. She’d never published anything, but she loved nothing more than to sit down at a keyboard and pour her dear heart out onto the page.
Trouble was, her keyboard was attached to an old manual typewriter. The kind you see displayed in the window of an antique store.
Joe finally persuaded her to learn the most rudimentary functionality of a computer, using MS Word. She agreed, and before long she was using Google to research her ideas, Outlook to kibitz with her friends on email, and, much to Joe’s surprise, soon had a Facebook page and was a frequent tweeter.
One day she asked Joe for some help getting on line. And that’s when he discovered the password she’d been using for all her new online pursuits.
It was this: “MickeyMinniePlutoHueyLouieDeweyDonaldGoofy.”
When he could speak again, Joe asked his mother why she’d chosen what was just possibly the world’s longest password.
Her response: “Well, they said it needed to be at least eight characters long, and I couldn’t remember all the names from the Brady Bunch.”
Have a great writing day.
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