The Queen of the Skies was truly a wonderful ship. On the times I was in business class on Pan Am trans-Pacific routes, the upper deck was a non-smoking business class area and it felt like we were in our own private plane. Those were also the days when the entrance to the flight deck was simply a black curtain! One time flying to Asia, I was wandering around and noticed that the curtain was pulled aside so I took a peek. The captain was sitting with his head leaning
I recently had a discussion with a friend about working in an office in the 1980s. I recalled an experience in 1983 when our word processors were shared IBM terminals. I was writing a fairly detailed summary of how our field support offices would be brought up to speed with docs and training before the release of the next software release for our computerized PABX product. I was called away for a moment, then returned and completed the report, saved the file, then sent to the noisy shared teletype
In the 1990s I worked for an outfit that had developed a reasonably inexpensive way to to transmit voice and data over fiber optic cables. One of the investors was Deutsche Telekom and we had an office in Bonn. Part of my job was to help verify that installation and programming techniques were as simple as possible, so I spent a lot of time in Bonn, and later on projects near Berlin. Then Ericsson bought our firm and at one point a group of Swedes that was visiting Bonn
Back in the mid-1980s I had a boss who knew that I liked to spice up soups with Tabasco sauce. One day he gave me a new bottle of Dave's Insanity. Shortly thereafter, I was making a lentil soup and decided to set a couple of cups aside, ~ then added to that two-cup portion a drop - just ONE teeny tiny .25mg drop - and did I regret it!
One afternoon as I varied my route from work at IBM, taking a different road to my motel, I came upon a T intersection, with my road ending at the cross street. On approach, one lane became two: One for turning left, the other, right. In front of me was a car straddling both lanes, making it impossible for me or several other cars behind me to make a free left turn on the red light. The driver behind me began to honk his horn (or "hoot his hooter" in