Ahhh, you kids;

Watching the dawn's glow filtering through the campus elm trees and the
pother of cigarette smoke in the lab as you numbly sort through 250 beige
punch cards for the 60th time, trying to find that last syntax error ...
swearing at pictures of Kemeny & Kurtzas in your text book, convinced they
descended from the survivors of Babel, smelling the ozone and hot plastic
wafting from the great humming IBM 1620 Model II ..... those were the days.
And then there came Fortran & Cobol..... Oh yeah.... and the holstered
Pickett, 24 scale slide rule strapped on your hip like a Buntline Special; a
visible testament of your dangerous potential to all the Arts co-eds .....
takes me back.

What was the question???

rooster
boundary bay, bc