Two A/M. That's the same. What is different now is that I am officially on Assisted Living at the old folks home.
That means a fifty percent raise in my rent, for my board and care. Fifty percent Wow. It also means that when I am ready to go back to bed, I pull a cord and a caregiver comes to help me transfer from wheel chair to bed.
It is tough, and expensive, to lose your independence, but it comes with the age: eighty two. (Most of the people my age are dead. Now isn't that a cheery thought for Two A.M.?)
I don't remember my birth, few of us do, but I remember the moment of my rebirth. That took place at a Radio Shack Store in 1979
I was idling there, probably buying electronic parts for some project or other and I spotted a computer. That was new. It had a keyboard like an adding machine, so I punched in a problem, say, four plus eight. Nothing happened.
"So what's with the calculator? Nothing happens when I add four and eight," I tell the clerk.
"It did the math. You have to tell it to PRINT so you can see the answer," said the clerk. I thought that's pretty dumb. The adding machine on my desk knows to print the answer when you put in a problem.
"But look at this," said the clerk typing in a line, and presto change-o, the computer instantly prints the times tables from one times one to twenty-five times twenty-five. WOW said I.
Before long, and a few visits later I bought a TRS-80, I took it home and set it up at four pm and didn't move for eight hours. I was hooked.
Twenty six years ago my computer had four kilobytes of RAM. It loaded programs, from a cassette tape recorder, at 128 BPS, That's bytes per second, not Kilobytes, not Mega bytes, just bytes.
You had to write your own programs. Nevertheless, I was hooked and have been ever since.
That was my rebirth. Today was my entry into old age. That;s my life in the old folks home
Three A.M. Time to pull a cord and get helped back to bed.