My dad used to bring me home the Gazette with a box of powdered doughnuts and chocolate milk.
I was 10.
I’d spend the whole weekend typing in all the code and trying to get it to run on our Commodore 64. If it was dinner time, he would bring me a plate and leave me be. I’d be so excited when everything worked and I could show it off to him.
It is the best memory I have of my father.
Thank you dad.