Ghosts Of The Past Resurface Yet Again: In a post last Friday, I mentioned how my visit to Mystic resulted in my being given a sailing book by Tom Watson Jr., who was the CEO and chairman of IBM and the man tried to get me fired. I didn't get fired but that incident was the anchor that dropped and stopped my career at that point and place at the time. We had never met and Watson didn't know me from Adam, only that I was the research analyst at his 2nd largest customer who suggest the company purchase non-IBM mainframe memory. Well, the fit hit the shan, Watson sent in the troops who did more than suggest I was some kind of mentally retarded, infidel who was about to inflict great pain, anguish, discredit, humiliation and the gnashing of teeth on senior management. Believe me, these people had studied Alinsky's Rules for Radicals. As I said, I wasn't fired but eventually left the company - a firm that prided itself on being so employee friendly that almost nobody ever left if they'd been there for more than several years. I was the exception. Shortly thereafter, Tom Watson had a heart attack, left IBM and started sailing around on his boat Palawan and I came east from the foothills of Mt. Level - a blessing in disguise. Shortly after that first post, I received an PM from an inmate who had some acquaintance with Tom Watson's boat keeper. In fact, he still has the cotton sails Watson swapped out for Dacron and I have a good life. We both thank you, Tom. RIP.