R.I.P. Cursive

Cursive is dying, and nobody cares. “It was kind of cryptic,” a 22-year-old woman said of her grandmother’s journal. “I’m not used to reading cursive or writing it myself.” (Idea for a young adult novel: While poking around in a dusty attic, a bright young woman discovers a mysterious trunk filled with ancient diaries. Unable to decipher them, she meets up with friends.)

Somewhat related: Was no one else taught to write checks in cursive? If not, how do you keep the thieves from turning your checks from forty to forty thousand? (Additional young-adult novel idea: A bright young thief waits until someone writes her a check, and she robs them.)