by Greg Scott | Sep 18, 2021 | Memoir
The Wisconsin National Guard gave me this flag and case for helping with the Tailgating with the Troops event in October, 2009. Like all Americans old enough to remember Tuesday, 9/11, 2001, I know where I was that morning. I had scheduled a 9:00 AM Microsoft...
by Greg Scott | Dec 1, 2020 | Memoir
In 1987, Digital Equipment Corporation – DEC – was the second-largest computer company in the world, behind IBM. DEC started losing money in 1989, mass layoffs started shortly after that, and in 1998, Compaq bought the remains. Which wasn’t much. In...
by Greg Scott | Feb 29, 2020 | Memoir
Inez Elementary School, Albuquerque, New Mexico, from Google Maps in 2020 – a long time after 1966. This looks like the school where I started fourth grade. If so, then Mom and I lived in one of the houses to the right of the green field. Google Street View...
by Greg Scott | Jan 29, 2019 | Memoir
I was eleven years old when I got my first newspaper route. That experience taught me lessons I’ll carry to my grave. The minimum age for paperboys was twelve, but I figured I could say I was twelve because the Arizona Republic wanted paperboys, I wanted to...
by Greg Scott | Dec 21, 2018 | Memoir
As my mom, my fiancé, Tina, and I approached the Mai Tai restaurant in Excelsior, Minnesota, Mom said, “Let me do the talking.” It was spring, 1978 and Mom’s fiftieth birthday was a couple months away. She looked like an aging Hollywood diva. A maître d behind a...
by Greg Scott | Oct 5, 2018 | Memoir
When Doug Bean brought me a pretzel snack pack, I was suspicious of that first pretzel stick. Grownups always wanted me to try some new food and I almost always regretted it. But Doug promised—just try one, and if I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t have to eat any more. And...
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