ook prompt action, ‘someone’ else was going to come up with a service which automatically mailed customer-pre-chosen cards of this type to the selected people at the appropriate time. If I could think of it, it had probably already been thought of.My eighth grade shop teacher, on the first day of school, stood facing his class, with his right arm extended horizontally forward, his index finger raised about 45-degrees from the perpendicular, and said, real solemn, impressive, and sincere, “One word.” Since this teacher-tactic had never been used on us in that manner, --- we paid attention. He then discloses the ‘word.’ He says, “Plastic.” It was 1967. He was talking about the future. He was wrong.

I first conceived somewhat the power of the computer in 1984 when I took a vocational class on electronics. My mind opened; my imagination went wild; I got ideas. The first money making idea that came to mind was a service I needed, which would alert me to an upcoming birthday, or to any similar, annually occurring, budget depleting event, requiring/demanding cards. That would solve the, “Sorry, I didn’t get you a card,” problem I have. I was sure others had it as well.

Which led to the realization that, unless I took prompt action, ‘someone’ else was going to come up with a service which automatically mailed customer-pre-chosen cards of this type to the selected people at the appropriate time. If I could think of it, it had probably already been thought of.

ne word.” Since this teacher-tactic had never been used on us in that manner, --- we paid attention. He then discloses the ‘word.’ He says, “Plastic.” It was 1967. He was talking about the future. He was wrong.

I first conceived somewhat the power of the computer in 1984 when I took a vocational class on electronics. My mind opened; my imagination went wild; I got ideas. The first money making idea that came to mind was a service I needed, which would alert me to an upcoming birthday, or to any similar, annually occurring, budget depleting event, requiring/demanding cards. That would solve the, “Sorry, I didn’t get you a card,” problem I have. I was sure others had it as well.

Which led to the realization that, unless I took prompt action, ‘someone’ else was going to come up with a service which automatically mailed customer-pre-chosen cards of this type to the selected people at the appropriate time. If I could think of it, it had probably already been thought of.

power of the computer in 1984 when I took a vocational class on electronics. My mind opened; my imagination went wild; I got ideas. The first money making idea that came to mind was a service I needed, which would alert me to an upcoming birthday, or to any similar, annually occurring, budget depleting event, requiring/demanding cards. That would solve the, “Sorry, I didn’t get you a card,” problem I have. I was sure others had it as well.

Which led to the realization that, unless I took prompt action, ‘someone’ else was going to come up with a service which automatically mailed customer-pre-chosen cards of this type to the selected people at the appropriate time. If I could think of it, it had probably already been thought of.

or to any similar, annually occurring, budget depleting event, requiring/demanding cards. That would solve the, “Sorry, I didn’t get you a card,” problem I have. I was sure others had it as well.

Which led to the realization that, unless I took prompt action, ‘someone’ else was going to come up with a service which automatically mailed customer-pre-chosen cards of this type to the selected people at the appropriate time. If I could think of it, it had probably already been thought of.

ook prompt action, ‘someone’ else was going to come up with a service which automatically mailed customer-pre-chosen cards of this type to the selected people at the appropriate time. If I could think of it, it had probably already been thought of. I was right, it had.

Things happened, one thing and another, on-the-job treachery, divorce, and bad stuff that shouldn’t happen to a dog, so sometime, way later, there I am age 40, never been on a computer, yet my kid raised by the custodial parent is ? genius on it. Then, some more repetition of the same sort of life’s unavoidable and avoidable mistreatment and foolishness, on and off for another 10 years, blabla, blablabla, and all of a sudden there I am, age 50, in front of my very own, brand new, 160 gig computer, compliments of my new girlfriend---cuz marriage number two didn’t work out either.

Man, was this going to be fun. I may not be especially good marriage-material, a sound judge of womankind, overly ambitious or remotely lucky, but I’d always thought of myself as rather smart enough to learn to operate, and make money with one of these things. That was two years ago.

Overall, add it up, and I’ve invested over twenty two years of my life since 1984