He rose like an owl from its nest
from behind his Physics lab desk.
Out for a night’s session stargazing,
Jerry and I had just been returning.
With 10-inch telescope in tow,
I mustered a very astonished hello.
“What are you doing, Mr. Connelly,
down here in science laboratory?”
“Making sure our new IBM 1130
will stay safe under lock and key.”
“IBM 1130? What do you mean?”
“It’s a type of computing machine.
And once it’s set up and running,
it’ll be for science class programing.”
Back then I thought this some joke,
But it turned out to be a masterstroke;
For it helped launched me on the path
To a stable and fulfilling aftermath.
© 2018, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved. (1966)
