Stories by Tommy Peterson

Who am I this time?

FRAMINGHAM (09/25/2003) - My day at the office starts when I switch on my laptop and, responding to the system prompt, type the name of my Icelandic great-grandfather into the password field. As soon as Windows XP stops churning, I click on Lotus Notes and watch the hieroglyphics dance beside another password box as I type in the name of my favorite basketball coach. Having proved who I am to the satisfaction of our relatively low-security system, I can then get down to work.

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