I don’t believe you can ever be too friendly. I’m referring to the practice of waving at people on the street.
A long time ago I thought I would wave at everybody who walked or drove by me while I was out walking or driving around Hillsboro. Then I kind of got away from this practice.
The main reason to hold back, I told myself, is because I couldn’t identify the person to whom I was waving. With tinted glass on many vehicles, plus my own sunglasses or glare in my eyes, it has always been hard to distinguish who was going by.
Now, I think it is time to start waving to everybody again. So, if you see someone whom you don’t know, it’s probably me.
We are very lucky to have many types of stores located in Hillsboro. I won’t attempt to name them all here, but high on my list are the hardware store and the lumberyard. Without them I would be stymied a lot of the time because I never know when I will need a particular item to complete one project or another. If one store doesn’t have what I need, the other probably will.
There are precious few retail places that we have not patronized, but not because we didn’t want to. We just haven’t needed what they sell—yet.
I found out that I do not make instant oatmeal and never have. It is quick oats—as if anyone cares.
About 10 years ago I received a gift from one of our employees who was leaving our company. It was an Uncle John’s Bathroom Reader, which has been one of the most useful gifts I have received.
I contacted the publisher to get permission to reprint one item in the book, but I have yet to receive permission. I am thinking it is not too risky to run an item if I attribute where it came from. I know we generally allow other publications to reprint articles if they request it and give attribution.
Here is the background to what I am about to quote. A professor at San Jose State University named Scott Rice developed a writing contest that is basically one sentence: Create the opening sentence of the worst possible novel.
The winning entry in 1994 by Larry Brill of Austin, Texas, is my favorite and expresses my sentiments perfectly.
Here it is: “As the fading light of a dying day filtered through the window blinds, Roger stood over his victim with a smoking .45, surprised at the serenity that filled him after pumping six slugs into the bloodless tyrant that mocked him day after day, and then he shuffled out of the office with one last look at the shattered computer terminal lying there like a silicon armadillo left to rot on the information highway.”
I think it is possible that someday the entire Internet will come crashing down under its own weight. With everything moving to the cloud, the amount of data that travel through this huge worldwide network may become so big it will collapse.
I hope not, since we are so dependent upon it.
Software companies have become very bold lately. They are forcing their customers to update their software by a certain deadline—very soon—or the software will become even more expensive.
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