Getting Here

My first computer was a TI-99A. I had to use a television as a monitor, so the TI included a short cable for connecting the two. However, the short cable required the computer to be so close to the TV that the picture syncing pulses canceled some of the data traveling on the cable. It was useless. I considered fabricating a longer, shielded cable, but I wondered what other surprises TI had in store for me. So I traded it for a Commodore 64 instead.

The C-64 came with a whopping 64k of memory. That was all the memory in world. I was a little while realizing that once the thing was powered up the operating system consumed about half of that memory, leaving 35k of usable memory, or room for about 35 double-spaced pages of usable text. With a keyboard as the only means for entering data 35k was enough. I was usually fed up with computers by the time the memory was consumed.

A cassette tape machine soon became available. It was extremely slow, but it gave me a means for saving my data. That was when I began using the C-64 as a crude word processor. At best it left much to be desired, so I still relied more heavily on my Sears portable for stories and articles. Then came the modem. A period of time passed before I understood the value of the modem.

The first ones I saw were definitely a what-you-saw-was-what-you-got device. It worked for keyboarding with another computer user – chess, or simply rag chewing. In order to connect I had to dial the number on the phone, wait until it began ringing, then switch the line to the modem and wait for the connection to occur. When that happened it connected at 300 baud. When I was finished I had to use the command <ctrl +++> to tell the modem to hang up. I saw no advantage, so I passed on that, even after the sale price plummeted to $10. A few weeks later I heard by word-of-mouth about Electronic Bulletin Boards systems that could be accessed only by using a computer and modem. After seeing a demo I had to get involved.

I beat feet back to the store to claim one of those $10 modems, but I was too late. They were gone. After numerous phone calls I located an improved 300/1200 baud modem. I climbed aboard my motorcycle and braved a chill factor of near zero degrees for 50 miles and then cheerfully handed over $175.

The BBSs were a hoot. I had access to Cloud 9, Rino Kitchen, The Machine, Dales’s BBS, Comm-Line, Bill Board, and many others from which to choose. But my favorite was Dr. Rom.

Dr. Rom hosted a static message board, bulletins, computer news, and FIDO NET, a worldwide computer network. Equally as interesting was the fictional character, Dr. Rom, an impulsive person who apparently lived in a loft over where the computer sat. I was blessed to have his password, and I raised Old Ned with folks who thought he was a living, breathing person. They kept me in stitches.

There is more to this story, so I’m breaking it up. Please stay tuned.

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4 thoughts on “Getting Here

  1. I love it! I landed in the computer fantasy world in late ’79. My first job was with Raytheon managing inventory exchange between them and RCA Service Co., as third party clients. I went from inventory to billing for installs, parts and labor, working in Tulsa at the American Airlines Computer Center.

    Years later I worked contract to IBM. All was well and good until I smelled bad fish in late January. I’d been working setting up billing and charge outs for something called, The New Power Company. Soon it was not only the dead fish, but the biting sharks that swam a bit too close. I kept receiving pay documents and charge outs, but income numbers were being held over in the infested waters of what I’ll refer to as, Shark Hell. IBM’ers were dropping like flies. Early retirement packages were falling from the sky. I gave a three week notice and walked myself out the door, leaving one day early of my announced last day. On my way home I stopped by the post office, mailed my magnetic door tag, desk key and a note explaining that I was taking my ” last day” off without pay.

    A couple months later and I am watching CNN Headline news. Enron…surely you jest! Yep. That smelly fish swam north and right into that Dallas office, and beyond. I now understood why I could NEVER get the numbers to project and balance. Fairy tale money is as valuable as the crooks that pyramid the scheme.

    Lord have mercy. I have spilled my inventory all over your page. Allow me to thank you for venting.


    What amazes me today is that many functions that were once performed by hardware and now coded software. Makes one wonder where it will all lead.


    I look forward to your continuing saga. My brother-in-law was geek crazy too. He built his first computer himself, piecemeal, as you. He’s also a shortwave operator out of Texarkana. The world is small. πŸ™‚

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    • Scott says:

      It seems you’ve experienced the seedy side of computing. I haven’t…yet. Most of my experience has been on the fun side. Well, I’ve worked as an associate editor at Ag-Pilot International Magazine, a journal focused on crop dusters. Not that I know anything about the industry. And when it come to computer I’m an amateur when it comes to single-handedly troubleshooting a problem. Take this blog, for example. I tried to set up my wife with her own blog. Well, I corrupted mine and her’s and for a few days I was responding to my wife’s amateur radio call rather than mine, when n7net.me suddenly became kc7bsy.me. I THINK I fixed the problem yesterday, but I’ve “thunk” that before.

      You can vent about your computer venture anytime. Memories of a bad experience is like trying to get bubble gum off your shoe.

      I found your experience riveting.

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