I’m sitting, today, in the Seattle airport, watching the snow fall in flakes the size of Chef Boy-R-dee meatballs. It has been a few years since I have seen snow, living as I do, now, in Monterey. Seeing this reminds me of Michigan. So, that’s how I came to think of Andy and to kill some time trying to find him.

Just yesterday I was talking to someone who knew Andy. I told him that we had stayed in good touch for a good decade or two. I always kind of assumed that I’d be able to track him down. I guess I did. I recognize his handwriting on that sample page you’re showing.

You know, he didn’t just have a way with words. He also did cool math tricks.

I managed to get several job offers, and SDR offered the lowest salaries of them all. But, I just liked him so much that I decided to go with SDR anyway.

I only worked at SDR for two eight month stretches, and I have had many jobs since that time, but that period always stands out in my mind as when I learned the most and most enjoyed my work.

I always thought Andy was a bit overprotective of me as a young adult just starting to make my way in the world, but I could also see that he struggled with himself to not be that way.

I went looking for Andy, today, because I was hoping for a job reference, after many years of being out of paid work. And, I find this page.

I’m now 53 years old. Just about the age I calculate he was in 1989. My own son, an only child, recently turned 18 and moved out. I just sent him a link to this page.

For any people who read this and remember me from back in the day, you can visit my profile at http://www.linkedin.com/in/traciefgib to see what I’ve been up to, career wise.

Shout out to Skip, Tony, Joanne, Mark, Bill, Wendy, Terri, Carol, Ellis, Eugenia and Paul, that tall new guy with the curly hair who was deathly alergic to onions.