Friday  September 30th 2011    Tim Candler

      I got the phone call.  Just to ask whether I was still interested.  Which could mean the background check has run its course, and I am at least acceptable.  Or it could mean that around noon today men in white shirts might come for me, and if they do, I hope they are polite because an authority that turns ruffian hasn't watched enough television. 

     Today of course is Mott's birthday.  He would have been one hundred and six. And who could have thought a solid state electronic switch could be manufactured from the eighth most common element in the Universe.  So probably the powerful should blame Mott for the superabundance of telephones, cameras and other such record keeping devices.

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