I remember, vaguely, thinking that I had never been to New York. I was about 16 at the time. It was not for me. No. Traveling? That wasn’t in the cards for me. We where just an immigrant family and I was going to eventually work with father in his mechanic shop or maybe selling used cars like he used to do. I was probably still running my BBS at the time. It was funny that today if you ask my mom she remembered the horror of her 12 year old son asking for a computer because we had Apple II’s in Elementary school. What did she know about computers?
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