Happy birthday to my brother Paul who would have been 56 today. For some reason the story that came to mind had to do with a vacation that Paul took back in the early eighties. You see, Paul had re-programmed most of our business's computer system, and was therefore the only one who could fix the damned thing when it broke. After not being able to get away for a long time he finally got in the car and hit the road.
What happened? You guessed it. Something broke. When they finally got a hold of him, he was relaying information from Mount Washington in New Hampshire on a payphone. No cells yet. I've always had this vision of Paul yelling into that remote payphone in the mountains with a line of people waiting to use it. "No! I said RE-BOOT"
I hope everyone else continues to remember stories like this. We miss you Paul.
