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I was about seven years old when I wrote my first songs. One was about a young man who was homesick. A lyric along the line of “stuck on this island, been kicking ’round sticks. I’m homesick.” Something like that. The other was a tale about a man who, know matter how he tried, was not able to wake up. The chorus was, “I can’t get up. I can’t get up anymore, no, no, no, no, no, no.” Doing the math, this would have been around 1982, about four years after the release of Wings London Town. If that sounds a bit like “I’ve Had Enough,” you have unlocked your McCartney Deep Cuts achievement. In my defense, Dad only had the album on 8-track and I did not realize I had plagerized him until I got the CD in the late 80s.
In 1982, I got my first baseball cards. I do not remember the 1981 Reds season, but I fell in love with the 1982 Reds that set a record for futility. Wayne Krenchicki, Joe Price, Eddie Milner, and Mario Soto. The 1982 Topps Athletics were a unique pink and green and my favorite cards were Steve McCatty, Jeff Jones, and Jim Spencer. Four years later, I stopped keeping cards in grocery bags, got some pages, and began growing the collection.
To continue the theme, 1986 was the first time I got my hands on a Commodore 64. My first code was a simple figure that was supposed to represent an airplane. It went across the screen, dropped a bomb about halfway across, flashed the screen, and said, “Boom!” Simple, yes. But, it started my programming journey.