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.

Mischief at the Computer Trade Show
Adventures at 702 Monroe
Porting TSS8 to Run on a PDP12
Christmas Memories
Life in Ye Olde Folks Home
The Perils of A Capella Singing
Bringing Coffee for Alice
“Turn Off the Lights!”
What to Say to the Grieving
While Waiting for the School Bus
An Unfortunate Misunderstanding
In Memoriam: Betty Lou Edwards-Vessel
A Little Knowledge is a Dangerous Thing
Who Would Jesus Stab?
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
“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!

Mischief at the Computer Trade Show

Here’s another techie story; I will try to word it so normal people can understand.

Back in the ’80s my workplace used UNIX computer systems made by a particular vendor.

One day I discovered that the latest version of their system had a surprisingly egregious bug: an inoculous three-character command for their vi text editor would cause the entire system to crash.

We filed a report with the vendor and waited for a fix. In the meantime, all we had to do was avoid using that command, which wasn’t really a big deal.

Soon thereafter we found ourselves at a trade show where the vendor in question was showing off their latest wares.

Trade shows can be amusing. Often vendors try to throw subtle shade at their competitors, while simultaneously pretending to be above such things.

It wasn’t uncommon to hear them intone, sotto voce, “I would never criticize a competitor, but…”

Their booth had a centrally located multi-user system, with multiple terminals around the perimeter, at which various company representatives were proudly declaring the superiority of their UNIX implementation over that of other vendors.

They invited me to sit down at one such computer terminal and give their system a whirl.

I sat down and immediately fired up the vi text editor. I saw my department head arch an eyebrow.

Oh, yeah. He knew exactly what was going through my head.

“Shall we?” he asked, impishly.

I looked up at him with a mischievous smile.

“We shall,” I declared.

Three keystrokes later, their entire booth went down. Embarrassed, our host excused himself and rushed over to reboot the system.

Yeah, I suppose that wasn’t very nice of me, but oh, it was such fun. Sorry, not sorry.

And I chuckle to myself to this day every time I use that command on one of my own UNIX systems, which fortunately do not have that particular bug.