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When I was a child, I watched my father balance our checkbook once a month like clockwork. He’d retreat to the little room off the garage he called his “office,” armed with an ancient mechanical calculator. I can still hear the rhythmic tap-tap-tap and the roll-chunk as the machine printed each calculation on a narrow strip of paper. It went on for hours, but at the end of the day, his account book balanced perfectly.