The Z

A “memoir” is a polished, scholarly book. “Memoirs” is an informal, in-your-face story. This is my memoirs.

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Eleven

You remember Zane Burley, the old coot whose cubicle mine faced, the electrical engineer for whom I did the drafting and design? Gray hair. REALLY sloppy markups (think doctor’s writing). But I read it fine, […]
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Twelve

It seems obvious now. I should have known it then. I’d learned plenty of practical psychology from Dr. Parra. And from my Mom while we chatted, playing tennis. From the many books I’d read on […]
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Thirteen

Yeah. That would be a great place to end this story, wouldn’t it? Drama. Sad ending. The hero fades into the burnt orange sunset. They thought it was over, Texas did. My family certainly did, […]
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Fourteen

There’s always a point in the “hero’s journey” when the mentor goes away. That would be Mom. My Jedi Master. My Bene Gesserit mother. I’m on my own now. I still have the mission – […]
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Fifteen

Right before I left Lago Vista, I had a visual hallucination. This was the first and only one I ever had (to the best of my knowledge. I’m fairly self-vigilant, but – you. Never. Know. […]