Long before I was ever able to plug a thumb drive into a laptop, I’d plug a pen into a notebook. And, late adopter that I am, I still do this, every single day. Computers certainly have their uses. Until or unless they go dark or haywire in some buggy or malware or ransom-ware fashion, that is.
Long before I was ever able to plug a thumb drive into a laptop, I’d plug a pen into a notebook. And, late adopter that I am, I still do this, every single day. Computers certainly have their uses. Until or unless they go dark or haywire in some buggy or malware or ransom-ware fashion, that is.
In the 70s, when I was working as a carpenter by day, and writing my first novel, “The Search for Goodbye-to-Rains” during the evenings, hanging out in the coffee shops of Marin County. Nearly got killed on my first carpentry job – two times!
Do you possess, or are you possessed by, a red-carpet dream? For some, the fantasy could be actual stardom. Including, let’s say, acquiring a glittering star on that sidewalk by Hollywood Boulevard. (Just don’t let them stick yours down anywhere near Trump’s star – that wacko wildly swinging a pickax just might accidentally hack yours up, too.)
