Here is a date stamp somebody gave me on book tour last year. It only ran up until |2|0|1|9|, but then I got the idea to razor-blade the middle “|0|1|” out of the year band, leaving the first and last digits. So now I can stamp into the year ’29… How often does one so easily add a decade to an object’s life?
What is it about fixing small things when the big things are broken? What is it about solving tiny problems when faced with problems that seem unsolvable?