My brain is cluttered with ancient tech trivia

My final memory of that training day – Saturday, May 26, 1979 – was Jim Shoffner handing me a fat three-ring binder to study. It was the instruction manual for the ECRM 7600 (today they’re in PDF form online and… READ MORE

I turned on the light and something moved

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I got up this morning about 3:30 to use the bathroom. When I turned on the light I saw something move. There, on the bathroom floor, stood a cockroach – not one of the cute TV commercial cartoon roaches that… READ MORE

I managed to live in the best of both worlds

Life has changed dramatically since I was a boy, so dramatically I sometimes must remind myself I’m the same person who got up to change the TV channel, then tune the correct color balance. The world of my childhood was… READ MORE

My flying days are permanently grounded

Two TWA 707s sit on the tarmac at the Torejon flightline in Madrid, Spain in 1963. One of these planes would take me and my family back to the United States. Image by Del Stone Sr.

My flying days are behind me. I remember the exact moment I discovered my fear of flying – it was on a trip to visit my sister and her husband in Dearborn, Mich. I was 14 and traveling alone for… READ MORE

My thoughts on a high school reunion

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I’ve never been to a high school reunion and I likely never will. No, I wasn’t picked on – no more than anybody else. There are fates worse than being picked on. I was ignored. I wasn’t good looking. I… READ MORE

This column is a lie. I no longer drive a stick shift

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Do you know how to drive a stick shift? I received an unnerving introduction to stick shifts when I was 14. My dad and I had been out hunting that day. When we got back to the truck, he climbed… READ MORE

My one and only San Diego Comicon

The author at the '94 San Diego Comicon. Image courtesy of Lurene Haines

In the summer of 1994 I participated in the San Diego Comicon as a guest. It was to be my first and last visit. My credentials hardly qualified me as a “guest.” I went there largely on the coattails of… READ MORE