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  My Mom Mom and Me 1987 M y Mom turned 96 earlier this year. She was still living in her home, the home I grew up in, on Long Island in the New York city suburbs when COVID-19 hit New York. At that point my sister, who now lives in North Carolina, got her out of New York and took her down to North Carolina. She was only 95 at that time. She didn't know it then but the move out of New York, where she had lived her entire life would be permanent. She would only return a couple of times for short visits. She lived at my sister's house for a year or so and shortly after she turned 96 she decided she was ready to move into a senior facility. With the help of my brother and sister she found one she liked and moved in. She has her own room and meals are provided. It's in North Carolina, close to my sister's place. She tells me she is happy there. E veryone is unique in their own way, but there are those people who we all run into during our life that are just a little more

Back on the Block B y September of '81 Kathy and I separated. I completed and filed our divorce papers that October. Kathy had moved out of the house on Selo Drive in Sunnyvale and my brother Pete and his friend Frank had moved in. I now felt I was free to move around the world again – re-establish a more normal and enjoyable social life. I had met a few women and even went on a date, but nothing came of it. Pete and I, along with some friends would frequent a few clubs and bars but I was never very good at meeting women at those venues and as a result the more common way for me to meet women was through work. There were women to meet at Tymshare, where I worked. The ones I knew mostly knew me as a married man. It wasn't like I was going to hold a press conference to announce my new status and I didn't see how I could comfortably fit in something like “Oh by the way, I am now available.” into a casual conversation. I am not the forward type. In fact, I'm more