What Do You Tell Them?
My twenty-three-year-old eyes couldn’t muster the maturity to disguise my frustration. He sensed their weakness. It was what he was watching for. Even as I struggled in vain to regain my composure, he moved in for the kill. “What did you say again that your company does?” My father posed the question, fully aware of the answer, waiting with the patience of the hunter who has already cornered his prey for my inevitable self-destruction.
I rolled into my own defeat with the resignation of a mortally wounded rabbit. “Gate arrays,” I … Read More → "What Do You Tell Them?"