Stories by By Robert X Cringely

Just say no to SCO?

After Pammy moved out last week, I found a letter she’d left under my mouse pad. She thanked me for letting her stay in my condo while she sorted out her feelings about men, and said I was instrumental in helping her reach a big decision in her life. I can’t believe I hadn’t figured this out sooner. At this rate, I may give up on women entirely and become a technosexual.

Higher hopes forlorn and forgotten

I had hoped to take a vacation after the marathon, but two factors kept me hanging around the Bay area. I am dying to learn what Pammy wants after Rob the bartender said she stopped in asking for me, and I am still too sore for long days on the Harley. Pammy, oh Pammy, where art thou?