C/C++ http://docs.hp.com/en/429301-010/429301-010.pdf
Cobol: http://docs.hp.com/en/522555-006/522555-006.pdf
Cobol (junkie) : http://ntl-pro-web.atlanta.hp.com/NTL/content/1/6c0-6ff/090
Guardian GetLockInfo: http://docs.hp.com/en/096047/096047.pdf
Nonstop Technical Libary: http://h30163.www3.hp.com/ntl/Default.asp
HP Docs: http://docs.hp.com/
Tacl Programming Guide: http://docs.hp.com/en/107365/107365.pdf
Tcp/Ip Programming Guide: http://docs.hp.com/en/524521-012/524521-012.pdf
TMF Programming: http://docs.hp.com/en/522419-004/522419-004.pdf

We got back at 10:30 am…but my truck wouldn't start. Then, after getting a jump, it was missing out badly. After 2 hours of looking, we found a mechanic willing to work on it. They worked on it from 2pm to 9pm. So, we really didn't get home until 9 pm last night. Wow. What a life!
During that time, we decided we were going to walk to Poor Richards (a local pub). I wanted to go south, but Becky wanted on going north. So we went north.
After walking about a mile north, through mud and a foot deep of snow, I hit my almost fully discharge IPhone and found it was a little over a mile south, meaning we were right next to at the beginning.
I thought that was funny, and besides, what else were we going to do while waiting for the truck repairs?
It was yet another experience!
Poor Richards has the best chicken wings and reubens on this planet!!!
And the Soup Nazi from Seinfield is going to be there on March 16th. Sometimes, it happens in Wexford, PA too!

I'll never know how or why acceptable behaviours can differ from place to place. I'd like to think people would be simular everywhere. I've always hoped that people are generally good in nature.
But it seems that people liking you or not may have nothing to do with you at all.
When I was a kid, I changed high schools.
They were 30 miles apart. I was instantly like at one, and instantly hated at the other. I thought there was something wrong with me.
The high school that I was hated at was Heath High School. Thats the one where a fourteen year old shot several people in class, killing three. The popular kids there were the bullies.
The other one was Livingston High School and it's never made national news. The popular kids there were the atheletes and cheerleaders.
They were about the same size, race distribution, and had simular facilities.
I attended Heath High school in the 8, 9th and 11th grade and was hated. I attended Livingston in the 10th grade and was popular. I had no time to change my behaviour, so it wasn't me.
Today's attitude is, if your kids are having trouble at school, get them on Prozac,
It's the kids problem. I started stuttering at Heath High School, I know it wasn't me with a problem, it was my reaction to one. It was everyone elses problem.
I think that only an open minded psycologist would be able to analyse the real problem. It seems insanity can exist in groups of people.
Now as an adult, my general rules of thumb are:
- If a traffic light turns green and people honk like its a Jeopardy Game, get out of there as fast as you can. That is just the tip of the ice burg.
- If people look at you like they hate you, they probably do. Nothing good can come out of talking to them.
- When moving from one place to another, trust your instincts. There's a lot of difference between mob and parade mentalities.

For a moment I was back in 1998
I missed a turn going to my accountants, and ended up on the Summerlin Town Center exit.
I was at the off ramp when I realized that I recognized everything! I'd seen this ramp every day for 4 years.
It felt so warm like I was in complete control and I was at the top of the world.
Then a cold chill came over me.
I realized that what I was feeling was Ruth being at home, Rob living around the corner, Chris and Mike living up the road.
These were all special people to me and it felt so very warm. Just for a moment I was back in 1998.
Then the cold chill came. They fell out of my life shortly after we moved from Summerlin.
Later the next day, I ate lunch with some old timers.
They all knew Rob (who was like my brother for 16 years). We talked a little about him.
He's been gone for so long. I miss him so much.

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I don't know...I wanted to cry but then I smiled.
I'm tough like that. I see something good in everything.
But I never prepared for being old. Right now, I can't think of anything good about it.
And I remember the people I loved like it was yesterday. Sometimes it really hurts to know they are gone.
Cold chills, memories, and longing for a past that's out of reach, that was where I was for a moment.

I think what I'm seeing here in Las Vegas is two families going their separate ways. We may never come back to this house that I have called my home for 25 years, and we may never live in Las Vegas again. It looks like Gma, Paul, and Jennifer may be going their own ways. Jennifer will be living with us soon. GMa may be finding her own place to stay. All the memories their house and my house have stored in them will be lost to another owner. Its almost over. Things will never be the same again.

Map: Map Link: 4807 Via Maria Ct, North Las Vegas, NV 89031 BIG REALLY REALLY BIG LOT...10,000sq ft.