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Feeling subdued...
Nov. 2nd, 2015 09:37 pmI'm not at all sure how it came about that Joe S. (and his family) got to know me (and my family) back in the day.
We both worked for the same company, and after I left to seek greener pastures in artificial intelligence, he managed to find a niche that turned out to be resistant to multiple layoffs and a bankruptcy reorganization.
We shared an interest in Commodore computers, and an article (and accompanying program) he wrote for one of the many C-64 magazines published at that time offered to send anyone who cared to drop a fiver his way a copy of the program on a disk.
I believe he bought a new car on the proceeds.
Joe would become particularly animated any time he started to talk about his Amiga, but that seemed to pale in comparison to his tremendous enthusiasm for his family.
Perhaps the big, big factor that impacted how close our families were was literally the physical proximity of our two families. When we moved from our "starter" home in Jacksonville, we moved into a house with a great layout, plenty of room, on a street with hardly any traffic, and about three minutes away from Joe's house (and that's if you walked slowly).
Over the years, we'd get annual Christmas letters that summarized the joys and sorrows, and the accomplishments of various members of the family. The letters became longer as the years went by. His was a family of many accomplishments.
Joe died yesterday. I will miss him.
We both worked for the same company, and after I left to seek greener pastures in artificial intelligence, he managed to find a niche that turned out to be resistant to multiple layoffs and a bankruptcy reorganization.
We shared an interest in Commodore computers, and an article (and accompanying program) he wrote for one of the many C-64 magazines published at that time offered to send anyone who cared to drop a fiver his way a copy of the program on a disk.
I believe he bought a new car on the proceeds.
Joe would become particularly animated any time he started to talk about his Amiga, but that seemed to pale in comparison to his tremendous enthusiasm for his family.
Perhaps the big, big factor that impacted how close our families were was literally the physical proximity of our two families. When we moved from our "starter" home in Jacksonville, we moved into a house with a great layout, plenty of room, on a street with hardly any traffic, and about three minutes away from Joe's house (and that's if you walked slowly).
Over the years, we'd get annual Christmas letters that summarized the joys and sorrows, and the accomplishments of various members of the family. The letters became longer as the years went by. His was a family of many accomplishments.
Joe died yesterday. I will miss him.
