Perhaps because I learned last night of the sad death of Adam Messer, an old friend and coworker from Digital Research (of cancer, which claimed both my parents and will likely claim me), I dreamed (as I have before) that I was back there, in Monterey, working at DRI again.
Whenever I return there in my dreams, I wonder what has happened in my life to send me back twenty years. DRI was a great place, a huge family, but we all knew it was doomed. A place of joy and sadness.
Last night’s dream ended with me going home because DRI had closed (in my dreams, DRI is always closing up, though I left before Novell bought them and moved the whole thing to Utah). I still had work to do, and when I got home, there was the old amber-screened Zenith terminal I did all my programming with, though luckily the huge bricks of the CompuPro S-100 68K computer weren’t around.
That was the last time I ever used a terminal to program. I don’t know why I dreamed about it.
Then I see this Craigslist posting about a guy who is looking for a woman with whom to raise a child in the command-line, Unix way :)
I bet he dreams in text…