Autumn leaves

I don' know what it's like near the shore of Lake Huron but the trees around here have suddenly started to turn, their green crowns rapidly turning to orange and yellow.  Took me by surprise, especially since I spend a lot of quality coffee time gazing out the window, watching the birds strafing the trees in their small groups.  Too small for a flock; is flockette a word?

 

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I'll tell you what guys I am getting tired of looking at that damn suit.

 

Dandy looking set of threads, Uncle Ken.  What's the beef?  Is that an old picture when the suit was new?  I'm trying to visualize how this fits into Uncle Ken's Komplicated Kronology; you're back in San Francisco but this is before you returned to U of I for your degree?  And then there's this:

I went to the local junior college and got a junior degree in data processing because everybody was hiring computer programmers.

Forgive my ignorance but I thought that data processing and computer programming are two completely different animals.  If you were more than a half-assed programmer you would have been a millionaire long ago, I think.  None of my business but I'm curious which programming languages you have fluency in.  I tried copying some simple graphics programs from a book I had and it drove me nuts; not the path I would choose to follow.

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But a better idea is to appear to be doing a good job.

Hmmm...not a very flattering description of your work ethic, Uncle Ken, but it explains a lot and no need to delve further.  But how would a pilot scuff up his shoes preparing for a flight?

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Now that I am out of the job market, probably for good, I can reflect on the nuances of gainful employment.  Gotta eat, right?  But do you just want a job or is there a career path you'd like to follow?  Maybe even a profession; plenty of options out there, always have been.  Back in the 70s jobs were plentiful and I would work for six months or so, save a little dough living simply, and then goof off and enjoy life before I had to go looking for some interesting kind of employment.  No real plan but if I could learn something new or have access to tools I wanted to play with it was all good.  Some jobs I found in the newspaper, some I found in the Yellow Pages, one job was the result of a lot of cold calling to sign shops, but the best was my first job out of college when I was walking around the neighborhood and saw a sign on a door that said "Not Hiring."  Walked in and got a job, two blocks from home.