Hi!

Hi! A familiar voice, one immediately recognized as our son, Kev.  Here to help us bring our rascal computer back into control, a task he shared much of the last evening with his brother, an equally capable computer warrior.  Kev left shortly after engaging in his periodic battle with the electronic foe, when the phone rang, followed by a similar “Hi”, recognized immediately as our son, Mike, who had been engaged in the aforesaid battle of the chips with brother Kev.

Was it the battle of the rams and roms which most excited the emotions?  No, it was the assurances, conveyed  by the sound of the familiar voices, that your loved ones had once  again come to help surmount the obstacles and impediments encountered in our everyday life’s endeavors.

Yes, another  reminder that we of the “charcoal and back of the shovel” days, the ones unacquainted with the rams, roms, bytes and gigs, can be fortunate enough to prevail upon the love and favor of family and friends when the aforementioned “rascal (reluctantly not falling back upon much more appropriate adjectives) computer” casts its evermore frequent tantrums upon us.