"RTP Stories" contributed by Tom W
It was around 1990. I don't remember much; it was a place for forgetting - a bland hideous place. I recall absolutely nothing about IBM - who I worked for, what I wrote, where I ate, who my friends were ( if any) - what the parking lot looked like (for some reason, I usually remember parking lots). I know that I worked there, that I came from IBM in Charlotte to RTP but that is all. I also spent some time at Data General. I do remember Wayne S. He was a wry funny guy with a Faulknerian accent and manner. He might have worked for me at Burroughs in Charlotte. He got me the job at Data General. Walking in the surrounding woods at lunch I found a pristine skull which I assumed was a decapitated dog's head. I named it Woo Woo. Later somebody told me it belonged to a deer. Today it sits on top of a bookcase beside a statue of Robert E. Lee who is wearing a coroner's toe tag - both the statue and tag given to me by Steve K. who is also one of us. I remember most clearl...