As I watched the Temple of Doom the other day, I remembered a very old childhood friend. I remember playing, or trying to play (I was never good with games) the Temple of Doom game. I remember the box car ride fairly well.
It was always an experience to go over to my neighbor's house. I remember Ben and his Commodore 64. I recall that he would complain when a game would flash "Please wait" while it was loading and how mad he got that it was taking up unnecessary CPU cycles to display that.
I must tell you that when I watch Lion King, Samba kind of reminds me of Ben too. I mean Samba’s mane reminded me of Ben's wild hair. Ben also got really into computers and such that he went off on his own path and was never heard from again. Well at least by me.
The whole family was odd if you ask me, but this is about Ben.
I remember disliking him in high school. He was a hot shot computer programmer along with James Conrad and his little cronies. In fact, one was the guy I voted against in the dam project.
Anyway, last I heard Ben was in California making computer games.
Posted by Michael at January 24, 2004 07:12 PM