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 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
“Squirrel!”
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!

Leave Her to Heaven

My frequent dinner table companion Leslie has not been shy about telling me her favorite movie: “Leave Her to Heaven,” a 1945 film starring Gene Tierney from a book of the same name.

She urged me again and again to watch it, until I finally gave in.

SPOILERS AHEAD

Alas, it was not my favorite movie. In fact, I loathed it.

The plot involves a gorgeous woman who falls in love with, and then marries, this poor man who thereafter has to suffer endlessly due to her obsessive and savage jealousy towards anyone close to him.

She systematically murders everyone with close ties to him, in ways that appear to be accidental, then successfully frames him for her own murder when she commits suicide.

There is a tacked-on ”happy ending” when he emerges from prison many years later and finds love again, I assume with someone from a better quadrant on the “hot/crazy” matrix.

(Gene Tierney’s character was, I am sure, from the section marked, “Redheads, strippers, and hairdressers named Tiffany.”)

Ever since I delivered the above review to her, she’s teased me about it. “When you get together with your sons on Thursday, you should watch Leave Her to Heaven.”

When I was chosen as Resident of the Month at Ye Olde Folks Home, she suggested I fill out the “Favorite movie” slot on the poster with… right, you know the rest.

You know, I almost did. It would have been a good joke.

Tonight over dinner she impishly showed me one of her books that she insisted I simply must read. It was… yeah, I should have guessed.