It’s Me!
My picture. Who else would claim it?
I was born in a log cabin… My Mother was a slave.
We had to carry all the champagne we drank from a barrel more than two miles from our cabin.
I never went to school. I studied machine language and assemby language for the IBM 701 and IBM 704 by the light of our fireplace — we had no windows.
When I was partially growed I got a job with Martin Aircraft in Baltimore as one syentiffick poorohgrammuh. Syentiffick poorohgrammin changed my life. I am now a reasonably successful has-been.
Poorohgrammin even gave me so much confidence, I wrote a poem once. You may see it, if you want to.
I did write some other fiction, too. Do you want to look at a chapter?
Here’s a rather nasty part of a later chapter.
Something else that I wrote a while back (this is really boring! — unless you’re into computer system design and all that) and that Prentice-Hall (now Simon & Schuster) was nice enough to publish is a book entitled The Prototyping Methodology. I haven’t done a good job of formatting it for the Web, but if you’d like to take a look, it’s here.
