After 40 years as a computer programmer and game developer—and the passing of his wife of 47 years—Rick has retired and is now living in Ye Olde Folks Home, where he still tinkers with tech and likes to write these amusing and/or thoughtful tales about his storied life.

The Eggshell Incident
First Chapel Service at Ye Olde Folks Home
A Yearly Ritual at Menards
“Mr. Loftus, the Town Hero”
The FCAL Project
Pepe Le Pew Finds New Lodgings
In Memoriam: Dale Lear
Bingo Bedlam at Ye Olde Folks Home
There’s a Shortage of Perfect Movies…
One Day at the DMV
A Visitor from Microsoft
“He Who Should Not Be Named”
Downton… Abbey?
This Home is a Liver-Free Zone
My 9/11 Rememberances
My Yearly Pumpkin Spice Rant
Done In By Baker’s Square
My Eulogy for Alice
“Dear Rikki…”
A Clean, Well-lighted Place for Books
Memories of my First Computer
A Little Excitement at the Staff Meeting
The Tale of Mrs. Butler
Sun, Sand, and a Margarita
“Thou Shalt Not Steal”
Troubleshooting at Ye Olde Folks Home
Stories of my Mother
I’ve Heard Angels Sing
Elevator Mishap at the Eye Clinic
One Day at Fair, Isaac
Saturday Morning Cartoons
A Sprig of Parsley
Fun With Recruitment Ads
Leave Her to Heaven
Bring me Dave Bringle!
Beware! The Oldsters Are Coming!
Life Among the Progressives
A Family Ritual While Watching Masterpiece
The Unforgettable General Oppy
“Don’t Even THINK About Parking Here”
A Dubious Plan Gone Awry
The Singing Christmas Tree!
One Day in the Hospital Lab
The Legend of the Broken Timer
Nelson’s Fruit Stand
This One Time in Glee Club…
Star Trek References for the Win
Family Psalm, Stuck in Lodi
Vacation in Branson
Clyde and Ruth Revisited
COVID Policies During my Wife’s Fatal Illness
I Guess I’m the Shadow IT Department Now
The Tale of Clyde and Ruth
My Garden of Gethsemane Story
We Might Get a Virus!

Bring me Dave Bringle!

For some reason, I was reminded tonight of the time Lisa Bevere came as a special guest speaker at my church, which meant that her team of media people came up to the video room to run video.

Our media director at the time, Dave Bringle, left me in charge of giving them whatever help they needed, which wasn’t much… they were an intense and focused group of young women who quickly set me off to one side while they expertly and confidently took the reins.

Things went fine until…

“I can’t get the slides to show on the main screen,” one of them complained, then barked over her shoulder, “Get me Dave Bringle.”

I came over and pointed to a slider on the video mixer. “Oh, you’re almost there, just flip that little—”

The young woman wasn’t having any of that. She whirled around and grasped me by both shoulders. “No. Dave Bringle. Bring me Dave Bringle.

“Okay,” I obediently replied, and went off to do just that.

Now, I could have asserted myself and had everything up in a few short seconds, but I’m a wimp, plus she had irritated me to the point that I chose to disrespect her by doing exactly what she commanded.

I am not necessarily proud of this.

And so I went through our extremely large church building, hunting in all of the most likely places for Dave to be. Thus they cooled their heels while the audience waited for the program to start.

Eventually I found him, and sent him up to the video room to make his appearance, but I didn’t follow him up. I’d had enough.

I’m sure he did his usual bang up job once he did arrive.

Much later I found out Dave had bailed on me precisely because he (correctly) believed this group of ladies was going to be a handful and figured I’d be far more mature in my dealings with them than he might.

Well, maybe.