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 Rise and Fall of The West Channel
“Have You Heard?”
More Tales from the Computer Room
Adventures Along Highway 101
Happy Star Wars Day!
“The Infernal Revenue Service”
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!

The Rise and Fall of The West Channel

Oh, boy, tonight a long-forgotten tale from the early days of the Whirled Wide Web came bubbling up in my memory.

It’s worth a chuckle.

Websites first began being a thing around 1993, and my employer, West Publishing, started to take notice. They gave me the protocol docs for the first version of HTML, the markup language for the web, and told me to figure this newfangled thing out.

Enter the nemesis of developers everywhere: managers on airplanes.

Managers in the computer industry like to go to computer conventions and vendor trade shows in faraway, fun and exotic locales.

You know, like Anaheim, CA. Why Anaheim? I have a guess.

This involves travelling on airplanes, of course. And that means they have a lot of time on their hands while they’re in the air sipping on their Bloody Marys.

And so they pick up a computer industry magazine and start to read.

Saints preserve us.

One of my managers returned from such an excursion all excited. He’d just learned from a magazine artlcle about something called “Netscape Channels.”

Netscape Navigator was the web browser at the time, and they had opened up the ability for companies to create “channels” displaying their own curated content using DHTML, which enabled cool-looking animation.

Nobody knew what to think of the web at first; we were bewildered, it was all so brand new. But a “channel,” you know, sort of like a broadcast TV channel, that we could stake out as our very own?

That struck a chord. “The West Channel!” he exclaimed. “Yeah! Let’s do it!”

So I put together a proof of concept and showed it to an admiring semicircle of coworkers gathered around me.

“Oh, wow!” they all gushed in awe as a news article assembled before our astonished eyes from a headline, columns of text, and photos flying in from all directions. After a delay, the next news article would similarly appear.

“You know, I really don’t see how useful this is,” I observed. “All we’re doing is making the page take longer to load. You can’t read all this stuff while it’s flying around like that.”

Nobody cared about that. It just looked so cool

So that was great. Now to find sources of information to put into the channel. We went, hat in hand, to talk to all the various divisions of the company.

None of them had any content they were willing to give away for free. “Are you mad?” was the prevailing sentiment.

The project thus languished for maybe a month when yet another manager rushed in from a flight back from yet another conference with a new edict.

He’d read in a magazine article that “Netscape Channels is not ready for prime time.” And so the project was axed.

My team was disappointed, but I summed it up this way: “Well, we got into this project for a dumb reason, but then we got out of it for a dumb reason, so it all balances out.”