My computer, on which I written these missives for many years, is my absolute life-blood. So, when working on an article last week, that trusty laptop of almost a decade went haywire on me, leaving me with at first a blank screen than a flashing one, only to eventually completely die on me.
Here’s to almost a decade, I thought as a mild panic began to set in.
That night was a stressful one, one that caused my sickly editor Patrick to climb out of bed and bring me one from the trivia days. And, as many thanks as I give him for doing that, I still needed a new one. With most of that $600 left from the recent stimulus—some of it going to my dog’s recent surgery—I decided to travel out of my comfort zone and buy a new laptop at Best Buy.
This Best Buy, located on May Ave., near NW 58th or so, I believe, has always been a clarion’s call of great savings for me, ever since I was a teenager in the then-expanding Oklahoma City. I remember walking up there from my house almost every weekend, usually to buy compact discs and VHS tapes. But now, I needed something workable and something fast.