Today is August 13th, International Left Handers Day. To celebrate the joy of this day, I’m writing this post with only my left hand. It’s not as much of a challenge as I expected it to be, though I am having to look at the keyboard a lot more, rather than relying so much on muscle memory.
It’s a fascinating world I live in. I’ve been left handed my entire life, no thanks to my otherwise wonderful grandmother for telling my mother that it was something that needed to be “corrected right away.” I am the only lefty on my dad’s side of the family, and to my knowledge only one of my first cousins on mom’s side is left handed. I grew up with a left handed best friend, and in elementary school and junior high, his twin brother was the only boy in the class who could pitch against either of us in baseball.
I’m damn proud to be left handed. I’m going to go celebrate with beer from Left Hand Brewing Company.
The Swords of the Ancients 