Art without engineering is dreaming;
Engineering without art is calculating.

Steven K. Roberts, N4RVE

Computing Across America

Trouble in Paradise

Computing Across America, Chapter 18 by Steven K. Roberts Key West, Florida — January 3, 1984 Where are you coming from? — Question heard all down the coast, contrasting sharply with the usual “Where are you going?” It had been a hard day. I was southbound at the 28th parallel, searching for a place to sleep.…

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Love Versus the Unknown

Computing Across America, Chapter 17 by Steven K. Roberts Gainesville, Florida — December 23, 1983 The wanderer’s danger is to find comfort. — William Least Heat Moon, in Blue Highways Fevers, in a twisted way, are kind of fun. This one was: I lay without responsibility, making irrational comments and easing open an aching eyelid…

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North Florida Snapshots

Computing Across America, Chapter 16 by Steven K. Roberts Gainesville, Florida — December 15, 1983 A variety of nothing is superior to a monotony of something. — Jean Paul Richter There it was at last: Florida. I could see the green sign far ahead on the last long stretch of Highway 17 in Georgia, and…

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The Hostel in the Forest

Computing Across America, Chapter 15 by Steven K. Roberts Brunswick, Georgia — December 1, 1983 A guest sticks a nail in the wall even if he stays but one night. — Polish proverb I did not expect to find magic in Brunswick, Georgia. I wouldn’t have been surprised by love, lavish southern hospitality, or even a…

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Thanksgiving

Computing Across America, Chapter 14 by Steven K. Roberts Savannah, Georgia — November 26, 1983 Birth and death were easy. It was life that was hard. — Tom Robbins, *Jitterbug Perfume* Ashepoo, South Carolina — the day before Thanksgiving. I stopped to take a much-needed break from the two-lane truck route known as US 17,…

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The Outer Banks

Computing Across America, Chapter 13 by Steven K. Roberts November 22, 1983 There is no such thing as a pretty good omelet. — French proverb Not surprisingly, the first harbingers of the Atlantic Ocean were not fish smells and sea birds, but billboards — acres of billboards. An hour out of Norfolk and they were…

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The Long, Lonesome Highway

Computing Across America, Chapter 12 by Steven K. Roberts November 14, 1983 The fickleness of the women I love is only equalled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me. –— George Bernard Shaw <pang> The first one came at Shepherd College, a small place situated about as far east as you can…

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The Towpath

Computing Across America, Chapter 11 by Steven K. Roberts November 6, 1983 Grub first, then ethics. — Bertolt Brecht I paused after the long climb on Maryland’s US40 to gaze at the sign and ponder the feelings a driver might experience when deciding whether to “ditch” his truck off the side of a mountain: ALL…

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The 3-Mile Hill

Computing Across America, Chapter 10 by Steven K. Roberts October 31, 1983 First Nastassja Kinski’s dog, now this? — Loretta in Uniontown, PA I arrived in Uniontown shaking with exhaustion after a mere thirty-four-mile ride from Washington & Jefferson college. The distance was short, but it had been a tense day of gusty crosswinds on…

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Departure from the Norm

Computing Across America, Chapter 9 by Steven K. Roberts October 28, 1983 The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one’s own country as foreign land. — Gilbert Keith Chesterton I left Columbus, alone, on the eighth dreary day in a row.…

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