The first computer I ever came into close contact with was the Apple IIe.

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Apple IIe. (oldcomputr.com)

Up until that point I had seen computers in catalogs and magazines, and I had seen some at my father’s place of work, but I never had the opportunity to see one or touch those chunky buttons. The floppy disks also intrigued me as did the apple with the rainbow on it. The thrill of seeing an actual computer in person was tempered by an immense disappointment because my time to with the computer would be very limited.  Our entire class (and our teacher) would have to share time on the computer. Mind you, we were in elementary school so our work did not really demand a whole lot of time on the computer, but I had plans for that computer with its monitor in all of those shades of green.

Outstanding.

This morning when I walked outside the sun took me back to 1982 and this song by The Gap Band (folks sure did get their sparkle on in the 70s and 80s). In my mind, it is the theme song for braids with beads, rollerskating, hanging out with friends until street lights come on, lawn sprinklers, barbecue, popsicles, and adventures involving a park with a picnic area and a lake. In short, Summer in the 1980s. I also realized that Young A is about the same age as I was when this song came out. In a lot of ways, life has changed, but when it comes to the essence of who we are and what makes us tick, I have to laugh at the similarities between us. I’ll bet my mother has found herself thinking the same type of thing about me.

 

Weird.

Before I went to bed, I took a look at my laptop. I could have sworn that there was a prompt asking me about my first heartbreak. I thought about it for a moment and went to sleep. I had a dream that I ran into him. I was going to write the answer to the prompt (and maybe some details about the dream) and consider submitting it, and guess what? I could not find the prompt. Anywhere. Yeah that’s weird. I guess some things are better left unsaid.

 

Sometimes you can’t go home.

I have family who lived in Michigan during the GM years, when a person with a high school education could learn a trade, put his or her kids through college, and retire with a house and a boat. Then in the early 80s, GM, which was the most profitable company ON THE PLANET at the time, decided they would start laying off workers to left, right and middle. Cities that depended on General Motors like Detroit and Flint were never the same. Anybody interested should see Michael Moore’s Charlie and Me. It pretty much puts it out there.
But as I was saying, most of my family members up north who, by the grace of God, are still working for GM, recently took the buyout and are moving down South. Why? Because it just isn’t the same anymore.
I’m beginning to think that New Orleans is like that. Especially when I heard about the killing of that developmentally handicapped man who was running away from the cops, and the fact that his brother JUST GOT OUT of jail because the testimony that put him there was bogus. Then I read this. I know that Louisianans are resilient. Shoot. Sometimes, though, you have to go to places where law enforcement works. After the hurricane, I knew it would be a while before I was ready to go to New Orleans to visit friends or anything, but at this rate, I might just have to live with my memories of the place that, like all of those cities made by the auto and manufacturing industries, no longer exists.