So Sally can wait,
she knows it’s too late as we’re walking on by
Her soul slides away,
“But don’t look back in anger,”
I heard you say
I am, if nothing else, a man of my generation; I was weaned on the media and popular culture of my times, and it has very much made me who I am.
I was born into the age of the LP and 8-track. I cut my eye teeth on cassette tapes, boom boxes, and ON TV; I learned how to type on a manual typewriter, learned how to write papers on a word processor and figured out how to save on a 3.5 floppy–hell, I learned how to draw a square on a MacIntosh using something like 8 lines of code.
By the time I started my senior year in college, I had already had an email account for three and a…
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