by El Zorro Viejo (aka; Jim)

As an anthropology major in college, one of the cultural ethnographies we studied were the Eskimos. We did this because the Chairman of the department happened to have done his field work among the Eskimos, but that is not why I brought this up. Why I brought this up was because one of the quaint customs some of the tribes had vis-a-vis their old folk was the way they dealt with them. Basically, when the old folks became a liability to the tribe, they were ceremoniously and respectfully placed on a chunk of pack ice and sent off to die. Alone. At sea. On an ice cube. I am beginning to think my time is about due.

My daughter from the Pacific Northwest has shown up at the family manse for the holidays. She is now a computer wonk. She runs the Seattle Repertory Theatre's website and is 1/2 the Rep's tech support. However, she now thinks her dear old dad is {pat, pat} hopelessly clueless about how to deal with his computer. The trouble is...that, for the most part, she is right. She knows more then I do now and she does things with computers much quicker than I can. It is depressing. I am now barely an "informed user". Four years ago, I was probably in the top 2% of computer professionals in the country. Then I started devoting all my waking hours to being a day trader (don't ask). So now I am neither a day trader nor a computer wonk any more.

Sigh...

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