Developer, DBA and general all around IT guy. Stumbling through code, config, life and living.
I was walking home this morning on my usual route, when an old guy stops in front of me. He looked to be about mid-60 to early 70. I slowed down because I thought he was going to ask for help with something. Four words came out of his mouth...
but that kind of stopped a few years ago. I used to write all the time. In a notebook, on scraps of paper, restaurant receipts. Name it, I’ve probably written bits of story or fragments of poetry on it. But because lots of it were on small pieces and easily misplaced, I’ve lost…