I’ll never forget the first time I saw computer-graphed equations. It was in the seventies and a co-worker was displaying the results of his work. Beautiful curved lines intersected and intertwined to create a picture that deserved to be a work of art. Until that time, I had perceived computers as a way to automate business tasks and analyze data.
Despite that early introduction, it was several more years before I heard the Read more »
How low can you go?
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As a child, I enjoyed doing errands with my mother. The grocery store held the promise of candy or gum. Woolworth’s produced a nickel toy from their vast selection. The pharmacy meant sitting at the soda fountain and getting whatever I wanted for free. It took me a while to realize this only happened, if your uncle owned the pharmacy. I enjoyed selecting stamps at the post office and checking out all the gadgets at the hardware store. Each visit held possibilities for excitement. The bank was the sole exception. Solemn as a church, without even a couple of stained glass windows to provide distraction, banks were the epitome of tedium.
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Hope died, when fate conspired to demolish everything she treasured. Her husband, her child, her work and her home were gone. On the last day of December, Constance Martin made a final resolution and drove to Kesler Bridge with a plan to end the pain.
Jarmal planned on stealing enough cash to transform his ghetto existence. He hadn’t planned on the demise of his getaway car. As he hurried across the bridge, hoping he had shaken the cops, he saw the answer to his dilemma: a jumper and her shiny BMW. He had to get the keys before she let go of the rail.
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