THUS SPOKE FRED; Regarding Division Closures (Chapter 10)

Brethren!  Suffer little executives to come unto me. Forsake them not, for they would be cast unto the dens of wolves and, for certain, become devoured.


Fred found himself in the forest of tabulation. Heavy papyrus tablets where perforated with apertures of separate types. There were round, square, rectangular, edge openings, perforations; all used for counting. These were not for the Counts of Time; for they had been driven outside the city walls; relegated into a life of nothingness, no longer courtiers. Fred was sad for them but internally, almost smugly, pleased that he had not joined the Counts. Instead had cast his lot with the lowly apprentices. A toolmaker’s toolmaker had he become. For his tools were used by others to make tools. Fred’s tools were now counting, ciphering and tabulating.


Time waits for no man. The state’s court had made a decree of consent. The creators of tabulating cards were told by the state that they were unfair. Unfair to who? Unfair to those who knew not how to make perforated papyrus. And it came to pass that the creators of tabulating papyrus were forced to sell their machinations and knowledge to those who could not create these for themselves; those who had the same opportunities to create as the creators had, but for reasons unknown, had not.

A division of men, a division who pioneered the tabulating papyrus, was forced to downsize and be banished from HandOutDorf. But where wouldst they go? O yeh to the innocent. Banished to that State of Nirvana; New Jersey. In the months that followed Fred would travel the road less traveled; HandOutDorf to Dayton.  This was referred to as “Princeton” by those who wore their halos on their sleeves. An epiphany was at hand!

It was here that the previous inconvenience of nepotism became a thorn in the eye of Fred. Let it be simply said that there was no impact to Fred’s life while in the land of “ilk and money” However, it was there that he had seen nepotism in the upper ranks of the Pharisees. Nepotism had replaced the revered station of the puppeteer. Relationships had replaced competency. The inconvenience of nepotism was replaced by a hate for it.

Fred was requested, no, imposed upon, to live in New Jersey. He refused and was told that he would work in a darkened cave; forever!


Sons, friend’s sons, and miscellaneous nephews

Do not be duped by nepotistic trash and refuse,

When weeds choke the garden that thou wish to grow,

Eradicate perennial surnames through use of your hoe.




About Waldo "Wally" Tomosky

I am proud of my work life (not the jobs, just the work).  Bait monger  Lawn mower  Paper boy  Windshield cleaner in a drive-in theater (if you don't know what a drive-in theater is there is no sense in you reading any farther)  Snack shack janitor in a drive in theater (ditto for drive-in theater)  Milling machine clean-up boy in a tool and die shop  Plastic injection press operator  Centurion in the US Army  Factory hand  Apprentice boy  Tool and die maker  Software user manual writer  Computer programmer  Ex-patriate par excellence  Engineering manager  Software test manager  Retiree  University administrator  System analyst  Retiree (2nd try)  Licensed amateur paleontologist  Retiree (3rd try)  Shovel bum (archaeology)  Retiree (4th try)  Delivery driver  Retiree (5th try)  Graduate student (skipped AA and BA due to the level of difficulty)  Retiree (finally got the drift of it) I have been writing for fourteen years and have fifteen books on Amazon/Kindle. Some horror, some twisted, some experimental, some essay and a few historical. I think that now I will really, really, really retire and just write. Lets see if I can do retirement correctly this time!
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