I'm Turning Into My Father
Normally I worry about turning into my mother.
My parents' basement is a bit of a museum. Their college textbooks. Just about every issue of The Mathematics Teacher. Abandoned supplies from hobbies that turned out to be fads. Most worrisome: a computer graveyard. Our old Apple //e, the Epson FX-80, our old SE/30, my old Mac IIsi, several other dead Macs that belonged to my dad and my brother, a LaserWriter without PostScript, many monitors with poor bulk:screen ratios. All placed there by my father.
I just came back upstairs. My broken DeskJet 3820 is now in my basement.
My parents' basement is a bit of a museum. Their college textbooks. Just about every issue of The Mathematics Teacher. Abandoned supplies from hobbies that turned out to be fads. Most worrisome: a computer graveyard. Our old Apple //e, the Epson FX-80, our old SE/30, my old Mac IIsi, several other dead Macs that belonged to my dad and my brother, a LaserWriter without PostScript, many monitors with poor bulk:screen ratios. All placed there by my father.
I just came back upstairs. My broken DeskJet 3820 is now in my basement.
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