Author: Dennis Ritchie

If leaving the hospital for work was like going back in time, the short trip home was like visiting the future. The dreaded railroad crossing was as rough as ever. I hit it too fast, once again, and had to apologize as usual....

If the Ghost of Christmas Past had taken my hand and led me out the hospital window to a holiday dinner in my childhood, I would have been no less unprepared than I was for morning. The freezing walk from the parking lot to the...