At The End Of The Day

Chapter 1 – Silicon Valley Mystique

To have perspective is surely helpful to understanding, and better still, to have more than one perspective is golden. There is a cycle determining the fortunes of the companies and people who work in the Silicon Valley of Northern California. There has always been a certain mystique enveloping the valley and its people who are so passionate about technology and yet at the same time have fallen susceptible to the “sky is the limit” aspect of those earlier California dreams. (Spanish Land Grants, Gold Rush, Agriculture Boom, Post-war Industrialization)

There are high times when technological innovation in semiconductor manufacturing and software development enable explosive growth and formation of new markets. All eyes are glazed by the wonder lust of tech gadgets that are constantly being designed to be smaller, faster, and smarter. All hail the potential of cutting edge technology! In such times the competition for workers brings up wages for new product development milestones must be bigger, louder, and more extravagant to capture attention. Everyone shares to some degree in that marvelous influx of cash which comes rushing in like a pure mountain carrying down golden nuggets from the hills back in 1849.

In good times, corporate purse strings are cut loose and all sense of fiscal responsibility put aside as the company ramps up for growth. They are constantly pushed to produce more and persuaded to spend more. Competition for talent brings salaries up for both new college graduates and experienced workers. The purchase of new equipment is subject to less scrutiny. In the beginning, the ramp up works to the advantage of most people and the momentum carries many of them to new heights. From the consumer perspective, everyone is in the mood to buy and more specifically to upgrade. Dinners are taken at nice places which require reservations. Real Estate is purchased in better neighborhoods with the school district maintains leading API test scores. People begin to consider the purchase of new cars or vacation homes and are spurred on by rumors of what their neighbors have done or are about to do. The economic groove brings them all to the dance floor where the music and the vibe are intoxicating.

Workers look at their stable jobs and soaring salaries (with bonuses!) and the value of their investments and even their homes and everything points to a new day without limits. Who thinks about conserving water when average rainfall exceeds the norm for several seasons? People gradually begin to forget that there was ever a time when jobs were scarce or real estate values falling. They forget that stock portfolios are subject to risk as well as reward.

Sooner or later, these bets placed on growth without limits are called in. Bloated inventories mean lower prices and smaller profits. The cycle turns down and all momentum gathers to push the downward spiral. Jobs are scarce, budgets cut, and pressure mounts to dump investments in panic to avoid the coming catastrophe. What was once a rushing stream of cash now slows to the trickle of a mountain stream in summer. Investment dries up and the drought comes to the valley.

The workers that remain begin to cringe and buckle down. They make up ridiculous tasks with reams of paper wasted on process documentation, charts, and graphs. They will do anything to make themselves appear to be useful and very, very busy. Tempers flare and people keep mental lists of their enemies for the next round of job cuts. There is a strong focus on “doing it my way” and the workers fear for their jobs and their livelihood and therefore have no choice to but to follow along like sheep. People forget that the market pays a premium for creativity and risk taking and will pay off again when the next phase of cutting edge technology is fully realized.

In the bad times, the valley becomes like an orchard in a storm. All the fruits are shaken by strong winds and many fall to the ground bruised and left to rot. Only the strongest will survive to become ripe in season. Is it not a natural thinning out process to compensate for overabundance?

Chapter 2: Will

Will loved true things and was always accepting of truth and its consequences and firmly believed that this to be the best life had to offer. Just because something is true doesn’t make it interesting though, so it would be fair to say that Will truly loved those things that were both true and strange. And this was precisely why he no longer felt the sharp edge of bitterness when looking back to how his burgeoning career in the high technology industry came unraveled and he felt the trees shaking.

Will had worked for a company called Big Iron Communications. Even for the Valley, Big Iron was special place that maintained at its core both the drunken swagger of success to excess along with the dream of infinite possibilities for creating the future. Will joined Big Iron Computing as a Junior Test Engineer. He had targeted this company form the beginning after graduating from San Jose State University, having been mesmerized by the prospect of life long employment in this company with the enlightened management style. The company had a generous profit sharing program and the best overall benefits package in the industry. On Friday afternoons, the company hired musicians to perform on the lawn near the company swimming pool and picnic area. Beer, wine coolers, bottled waters, and soda were provided along with spreads of appetizers and entrees catered by local restaurants.

“Big Iron Computin’” was what the President and CEO Bobby Spriggs called his company and the moniker gave a decent impression of what he intended it to be, which is one hard workin’, even harder partying, great big happy family. Big Iron was born in good times, offering a technology of reliable, high availability and low cost (transactions per million) mainframe computers in the 80’s and then successfully transitioning its hardware and software offerings to capitalize on the desktop computer revolution and server market.

Big Iron was not immune to the pressure to maintain a high growth rate and keep on top of emerging trends. The company failed to see the opportunity involved with the explosive growth of the internet and the implications for a computer company. The network became more of the focus instead the computer and Big Iron’s response was a matter of too much, too late. A merger with a large networking company (Gateway) gave it a new name (Big Iron Communications) but also an impractical business model that had grown larger in scope while losing focus. Customer satisfaction ratings plummeted to a level on the survey compendium associated with “difficult to do business with”. Internally, employees were a confused lot who seemed to be turning against one another in a struggle to integrate two incompatible corporate cultures.

“I never wanted to work for a fucking computer company anyway” was the way Marco verbalized the situation. There were three people Will worked with closely day to day and Marco, a Senior Project Manager, was the only one to have come from Gateway Networks, aka LG or Legacy Gateway in the new Big Iron. The others were Ray (Storage Engineering) and Gordon, the senior member (24 years at Big Iron) who was the Senior Reliability and Safety Engineer. Ray had always been the person with whom Will felt most comfortable bouncing ideas with or talking about the world outside. When Will was still trying to find his way around, Ray introduced him to Big Iron intranet site and directory of services. “This place is like a small city. You name the purpose and we can pick up the phone and find a way to get it done. Laundry, Thai take-out, buy tickets to a Giants game, start a special interest group, get a financial advisor, or even find yourself a lawyer.” Ray told him and with an unmistakable sense of pride. “I was in the Navy and I often heard about those guys who were stationed on the big enterprise class carriers. They’d be talking about life at and spoke of their ship as a floating city. Well, this place is even better. It’s like having our own private little city and this badge gets through all the doors.” Ray held up his company badge and pointed at his employee number. “It’s a big deal around here. What’s yours?” Will had looked at his badge and saw Employee #100,001. “Well, what do you know” he’d said to Ray. “One hundred thousand people, yet still we felt the need to add one more.” Ray answered, laughing.

One Friday afternoon the Reliability Lab doors swung open and Ray came in pushing a cart loaded with disk enclosures. “Hey Will, Gordon, I brought you guys something for this afternoon” he said, smiling. “Marco, why are you here?” Marco raised an eyebrow and muttered a profanity under this breath but otherwise kept his attention focused on the spreadsheet printout lying on the desk in front of him. “He’s hounding us about the inventory volume again” Will said, gesturing toward the stack of processor board trays and power supplies that were accumulating in the lab and blocking the aisles between the test beds and systems. “Not volume idiot, its money” Marco answered while holding out his hand and making a motion with his fingers that was supposed to approximate a money grab. Ray could not resist taking the bait. “All this material on some VP’s books until we move it back to Manufacturing. Really just funny money, right Marco?” Marco looked up from his spreadsheet and took off his glasses. Slowly he rubbed his eyes and then he focused directly on Ray for the first time. “Really? You don’t want me to go off on you? Cause I swear I will…” Marco stopped talking, leaving a hint of violence in the air. “Come on Ray, we’ll go through this stuff right now. It must be in the lab somewhere, right?” Will was smiling, because he knew Marco would be content with status, names, and dates for what would happen next. “Monday morning chump” Marco said over his shoulder as he walked toward the door. “Better have this shit in my inbox by 10 am! There’s a meeting at 11 and the bean counters will need some status updates to prove we are taking this seriously.” Neither Will nor Ray bothered to answer. The two of them stood silently and the only sounds was the footsteps of the project manager walking away down the hall.

Gordon didn’t care much for Marco’s pushiness or constant stream of profanity and he certainly wasn’t happy with these weekly inventory audits the bean counters are forced on them lately. All that Gordon cared about was design and function. He was the kind of guy who always tried to figure out “what were they thinking when they made this” and “does it work?” Every once in while he would bring something back to the Development Engineers who worked in the pristine landscaped, two story building across the street. “Let me tell ya something about this” he’d say and the Dev guys were more than happy to kick it around with him.

In the back of the lab there was an old green canvas cot, the type with a collapsible frame. There were many books and manuals stacked on top of the cot but there was also a pillow and a poncho stuffed underneath it. Rumor was that Gordon actually slept there, simply exchanging the books for the pillow and wrapping himself in the poncho whenever he needed some rest. Gordon didn’t have a car, so it was very difficult to determine when or if he ever left the lab excepting an occasional trip out to grab some lunch (or dinner) which he generally always took straight back to the lab to eat while watching test script or output flashing in green text across his monitor.

Gordon’s face was weathered and he always had a determined look in his eyes such as one might associate with the sheriff in some old Western movie. Some said that Gordon was born in Montana but there seldom was any opportunity to learn anything about his personal life. For a man who could be anywhere from 45 to 65 years old, his hair was longer than you’d expect, reaching to the back of the neck and approaching the shoulders. Gordon’s hair was somewhere between blond and gray and it was always clipped very straight which somehow gave even more emphasis to the length. Most of the time he wore glasses with a large black frames and when he was involved in some deep technical discussion, he might let the glasses slip downward on his nose and look over the frames to address another person. When he was really frustrated, he might remove the glasses and take a moment to clean them and compose himself before going back to his task or rejoining a discussion.

To the average person, Gordon’s overall appearance might be considered a bit weird, but among the Engineering community at Big Iron you could find the greatest amount of diversity from the old fashioned geek with hair combed back and pencils in the pocket to the laid back look of the old/new/ex hippie and any manner of variation between the two among the company’s ethnic population or the new hire cool dude surfer types. All this was to say that Gordon and everyone else for that matter operated with impunity when it came to matters of dress code or general appearance. Most importantly, if you needed someone in your labs to chase down bugs, Gordon would absolutely be the right guy for the job because he lived a pleasant quiet life to do just that while never allowing himself to be distracted.

When it came to VP’s or bean counters, Gordon was practical enough to submit to their requests for information as best he could which in this particular case meant sharing a couple of hours with Will and Ray to go through the lab and a few others around the Big Iron universe to locate everything on Marco’s inventory sheet. In the end, he bargained to allow his favorite “problem” units to stay in the lab while consenting to return just enough material to keep under the radar screen when it came to evaluating cost of inventory on Marco’s spreadsheet. Gordon had always liked Will for the earnest way that the younger man went about performing what Gordon considered to be the “real” engineering duties related to system functional testing. He felt a bit sorry for Will just now seeing him roped in to this inventory circus with Marco and the other bean counters. When they’d finished their work, he announced gruffly: “Ok! Now why don’t you guys move on”, intimating that he needed to set up a new test scenario and didn’t want any help.

“The weekend is here now Will, let’s get over to Loc 50. Already 5 o’clock and there may not be any good food left.” Ray was referring to Friday Beer Days where many employees gathered promptly at 4 pm to unwind with some good drinks and eats. “Weren’t we gonna run today?” Will answered, referring to a basketball challenge they’d recently committed to. “Sure, lets get the gear and go. Might not be any good food but we can still get some drinks later” Ray opinioned. “Drinks” was another way of referring to an endless well that was set up at Big Iron on Friday afternoons. The company was never known to run out of beer or wine coolers. Life was good here, but things were about to change.

Will was with Ray in the locker room adjacent to Loc 55 and they were involved in a discussion with some guys on a very troubling subject. There had been a rumor that layoffs were coming, maybe as soon as next week. Sometimes it seemed to Will that Ray lived for moments like this. Ray was the guy who took on the trouble of laying out the worst possible scenario and then grinning from ear to ear as if the whole business didn’t matter to him. “The Gateway merger is bringing us down. They won’t let us tell them how to run their business and now we’re all losing money. Tuesday is quarterly earnings announcement day and I heard they were going to show another loss and even worse, I think there is a warning already about next quarter. They’ll have to cut some jobs or the stock will go on a free fall”. Will looked at the others to see their reaction and unfortunately all of them seemed to be nodding in agreement with what Ray. “My manager’s been in meetings constantly the past couple of days. They are trying to figure out how many heads to cut and what to base it on” was another person’s contribution. “Yeah, well it’s the same thing in my group. I haven’t seen my manager since last Wednesday. That really sucks, don’t it? To think about those guys sitting around in a conference room debating which of us should lose their job.” Ray answered. “The RIF is coming” said a middle aged man who had been sitting quietly nearby. He’d come in from jogging with his hair sweaty and his shirt hanging outside of his shorts. He pulled the shirt off and threw it inside a locker and then turned to address the group again. “I’ve seen this before. No merger is ever successful until they are completely finished with the churn of killing out a few products and weeding out a few people”. A couple of guys nodded in agreement.

Will was shocked by the frank manner of the discussion. He felt like there was some vague superstition in play and most likely it was against the rule to mention your own direct fears. He was thinking about his own manager Jake, imagining him sitting in a conference room somewhere and going over his direct reports one by one with some uncaring VP. He remembered the last reorg when Jake became his manager and the first time they sat down to talk together. “Hi Will” Jake stretched out his hand and the two shook firmly in a way that was supposed to invoke trust to his new report but the man’s attitude conveyed something entirely different. “Welcome to Reliability. We do very important work here. You know I have a couple PhD’s on my staff? Don’t bother them. Don’t bother me. You guys have some stuff going on with moving test inventory around. I didn’t want to have this in my org, but they needed somewhere to put you and now they’ve given me some little budget to handle it. As long as I don’t hear anything contrary, I’ll assume you are doing a good job and give you the passing grade on your review, got it? “ Will had been surprised by how meaningless his job seemed in this summation but he gulped air from his stomach and tried to say what was on his mind. “Well thanks Jake. I was wondering if….” But Jake interrupted immediately, sensing perhaps that the young engineer was not grokking him. “Let me be even more clear about this. Your job is to make sure that whatever happens with the test inventory, it DOES NOT result in anyone coming around asking me for status or justification for what you guys are doing. Your success depends on some simple things like keeping things under control and away from me and the rest of my staff. Keep the bean counters out of my hair and if it comes down any other way you’ll know that you have failed and can start looking around for something else to do. Now you get it?” Will was silent. “Ok, that’s all. You won’t need to come to my staff meetings”. This had been the most jolting experience and with the present circumstance, the memory cut more keenly. It was difficult for Will to reconcile that a person such as Jake might be allowed to have such control in deciding his fate.

Will’s brooding was interrupted only when they started the warm-up shoot around and began trading good natured insults with the other guys who had challenged them to a departmental basketball game. Later, when the game was on, Will’s team moved the ball up court in a frantic pace and Will led the charge to attack the basket. On defense, Will expressed a manic determination to slap the ball away from his opponent. If the other guys didn’t share his enthusiasm at first, they were quick to take it on. Sometimes a high spirited run on the basketball court is just the thing to take one’s mind back from the brink of corporate strung out insanity.

Late in the heart of the Friday night, Gordon worked on in the lab. All the monitors glowed with green text and the system fans hummed their dull roar that Gordon had long ago blanked in his mind with other white noise factors. Gordon had an idea about how he might remove some power units from this system that had failed intermittent in the last test and swap them with a unit in the Dev lab and continue testing over the weekend. He was also thinking about Marco, remembering how the guy had once been a Comm Engineer at Gateway Networks and how when they’d first met, he spent a considerable amount of time sharing information about the network board set that had recently been recalled. Marco had gone to Japan to visit a beta site at a large Telecomm company and had personally gotten behind the decision to pull the plug on that product. Lately Marco had seemed to have become one of the bean counters. “Bean counters” was the provincial term belonging to all Engineers and was used indiscriminately to describe any persons seeking to establish some from of restraint or control over their activities. Gordon slowly removed his glasses and gently rubbed at his eyes. “Ego is what makes a good engineer brave enough to say what needs to be said. But just the same, ego can derail a person from becoming a good engineer”. Gordon put back on his glasses and starting typing on the command line to ready the system for power down.

Chapter 3 – Big RIF

What exactly is a RIF? Will thought about his embarrassment the first time he’d encountered the acronym and had to ask what it meant. Someone has said there was a RIF at Gateway prior to the merger. So Will learned that RIF equals Reduction In Force and the acronym was enjoined in his brain along with the other killing spell terms like pink slips, axes falling, layoffs, mass firings, headcount reduction, etc. Will was speaking to one of his friends outside the industry and found himself trying to explain it thus: “It’s another one of those random and senseless acts of cruelty, good enough to be used for a lead in on TV nightly news.”

Will came to work on Monday filled with dread but instead found a delightfully uneventful day with lots of “business as usual” activity. Sure, there were bits of gossip, but Will found that there was work to do and it was comforting to think that this work wouldn’t likely just disappear even if someone had decided to remove a few workers. He met Ray for lunch in the cafeteria and then quickly excused himself when his friend started up the speculation about their relative job security again. Ray had become almost perverse about this subject and Will decided that it was probably his way of coping with the pressure. Some people believe that if they can invent imaginary terrors, this may somehow keep the real terrors at bay. Still “stay away from Ray” became Will’s motif for the moment.

So Will put his head down and trudged through like a good soldier, trying not speculate or look for hidden meaning in anything that happened. Jake was not in his office for most of the day and someone said they saw him walking over to the HR building. People were gathered around in small groups, whispering to one another in hallways. Someone said that many development meetings had been cancelled and there was a rumor that certain projects would be discontinued. Someone’s request for vacation had been turned down with a vague note back from the manager “let’s discuss in staff later this week”. Later that afternoon, Will noticed that he hadn’t received the report of system integration failures from Manufacturing that normally came on Monday. This was suspicious because the manufacturing guys usually wanted to push out this kind of information to get visibility to potential design flaws. The report provided the basis for bargaining with the Engineering Failure Analysis group on priorities for the week. “Were these guys affected by the RIF? Had something happened already?” Will was disturbed by this line of thought. He was becoming more like Ray than he cared to admit. He looked again at his email Inbox expectedly and as if to mock his thoughts, there was indeed a new message from Manufacturing. But closer inspection revealed it was only a system generated message informing that Will’s name had been removed from the meeting invite list.

“I better just squelch right now” Will said aloud and picked up the phone. “Hi Brad, how’s it going over there?” There was a long pause but finally, “Oh hi Will. What’s up?” The last “up” was voiced in more of a down tone. “I was wondering, ah, why I didn’t get your report. Now I have this meeting cancellation. So what’s going on? ” Will asked him, waiting like a prosecutor who’d just delivered the pivotal question to a key witness. “Jake called me right after lunch today and told me you’re off the project” retorted Brad defensively. “Ok, that’s fine Brad. Sorry to bother you.” Another long pause. “So Will, are you saying you don’t know anything about this?” “No, ah…nope, but Jake doesn’t usually get my input on anything either. So you guys are still meeting tomorrow?” “Yes. Did you need anything from me? I need to jump on another call now.” Brad was obviously fumbling for a way out and Will felt embarrassed for him. “Ok, Brad I’ll talk to you later.” He gulped in some air and exhaled, then he placed the phone down slowly as though it were some kind of hot weapon. “Sure, Jake is kind of a blunt guy but doubtful he’d be stupid enough to tip off a RIF in his own department”, Will was thinking but he was visibly shaken by the implication.

Without his normal integration test review, Will decided to leave the office early. On the way out, he passed by Marco’s office and saw the light on and the door slightly ajar. He stopped and rapped on the door. “Yeah, come in” Marco said but when Will came inside the room Marco had an impatient look on this face. “Give it up man. I’m doing some stuff for your boss that has to be done tonight.” Will sat down in the chair across from Marco and quickly relayed the information he’d just discovered from Brad. Marco was rather impressed. “Damn, I’m putting Jake’s name in the Band Of Idiots now. You just don’t do something like that.” “So Marco, you think this means something is happening to me?” Marco looked away form him and back down to his computer screen and shook his head very slowly. He was clearly drawing conclusions between Jake’s latest work request and this new information from Will. “I’d say you are definetly hosed! And the bastard is already trying to give your work to me. What a guy!”

Will really wasn’t sure how to react. Marco had worked in New York City for a few years and sharpened his conflict skills in a world where adversaries wouldn’t hesitate to go straight for the jugular. He also was adept at summarizing any situation with a metaphor. More often than not Marco’s metaphors had something to do with inappropriate gunplay, consumption of alcohol, or somewhat vague or mysterious sexual references. “He shot himself in the foot; You just shot the messenger; That’s kind of like trying to find a bar in Salt Lake City; That’s like ordering pizza without beer; This place would be a Data Center Manger’s wet dream; He doesn’t have a clue what to do, kind of like a choir boy on a business trip to Amsterdam.” Repeated exposure to Marco made it obvious that some of his favorite activities including drinking, target practice, and going on business trips to Europe. Marco’s quick intelligence and outrageous sense of humor were admirable, especially to a guy like Will who’d rather take “bitter medicine without the candy coating”. Will decided that Marco’s “New York Minute” personality was not all there was to the guy. If Will pushed his ideas hard enough and showed confidence, he could sometimes found an ally.

Marco now sat there quietly appraising Will’s demeanor with the usual critical eye. Will measured his words carefully. “Do you think there would be anything worth doing right now?” “Yeah, go out and get drunk!” Marco answered loudly. “Or just give Jake a call and ask him to explain. Ha! Ha! But seriously, these Reliability guys are bastards and Jake is the chief bastard. Well, anyway, you got a resume ready? Send me your resume and I’ll take a look at it for you. You need to be ready.” Will turned and walked away while Marco sat there with a bemused expression that seemed to say “poor bastard” better than any words could.

Will felt like running down the hall screaming but eventually calmed down started trying to rationalize. After all, what did he actually know? He was feeling embarrassed about having spoken to Marco. He knew it would make him look weak and worse than that, he realized he had probably just helped feed the rumor mill. “Jake is probably not that stupid anyway to tip off a RIF like this” he thought again and then just as suddenly decided that “going by anything he’d actually witnessed, this guy Jake was completely, utterly stupid in one way or another.” As he drove home he began to feel more relaxed. It was weird how this act of calling someone stupid actually made him feel better about his situation. He guessed that maybe it was some subtle new way of coping with a world beyond his control. At some point Will told himself that he should pretend that nothing significant had yet happened, nothing had been substantiated, and there was really nothing to go with…nothing at all. His last conscious thought on the subject was concerning how completely inconvenient it would be to get caught in the layoff net.

10 am Tuesday Morning, Reliability & Safety Engineering Building (Loc 48)

Some guys were gathered in Ray’s office and they were all staring out the window at the parking lot. From where they stood, they could see a young woman in a business suit. She’d been waiting at the entrance for the last ten minutes or so. She looked nervous but she was joined by an older woman also in a business suit. Both women wore Big Iron badges. The gawkers in Ray’s office agreed they must be HR types. The older woman stood by for a bit, impatiently barking out orders while the other smiled back and took notes. Presently a small SUV came in to the lot and parked near the women. A man got out the car and came up and shook the hand of the younger one who he seemed to be meeting for the first time. She smiled at him of course and the man’s serious expression gave way to a weak smile in return. “Yes, I’m Jake” he told her.

Jake Rath was a short man with sandy blonde hair and upper body that indicated some serious iron pumping. The gawkers were very excited when the three figures finally walked into the lobby. Ray immediately left his office and the others fell in behind him, acting as though a meeting had just broken up.

Another man entered the lobby and waved at Jake and the two women and then stopped at the desk to get a guest pass. The older of the two women stepped up to the reception area. “Mr. Clark will be with me” she said. The man obtained his guest sticker and put it on his chest. It read, Stanley Clark, Webberly & Associates. Stanley handed business cards to Jake and the two women. The card identified Stanley’s job title as Career Counselor.

After completing introductions, the RIF crew walked down the hall and stepped into an unoccupied office. The gawkers began to get excited. “This is it Ray. It’s happening right here, right now!” Ray quickly took charge, assembling each gawker at a strategic location in a hallway or near the stairs. Ray retreated back to his office and pulled out a notebook. Then he quietly conferenced in each of the station guards. They were all set!

About five minutes later, one of the Junior Reliability Engineers was summoned to the office by Jake. The gawkers told Ray his name as he walked by and Ray scribbled it down. Some other employees, women from Purchasing and Document Control, happened on the scene by accident and were quietly whisked away to Ray’s office. “I have the List” Ray told them and the women were excited to know they were sitting in on a history in making moment.

After the first victim left Jake’s office, there was a short interval and then another man trudged down the stairway and came in to see Jake. “Mike Stanton, Safety” called out one of the gawkers. “He’s been here for ten years” said one of the women in Ray’s office. “I think he’s got a family, two children” she added. “Now he’s on the List” answered Ray, who was smiling sardonically.

A rising tide of pessimism was sweeping through the building as other groups had also begun the RIF notification process and word was leaking out that something was happening. After clearing out his Inbox, Will went over to the break room and fixed himself a cup of tea. He came back to his desk and took a sip of tea. A moment of blissful silence and then his phone began ringing. Will answered on the first ring, perhaps expecting to find some distraction to help get him through this long morning. “Will, this is Jake. Can you come down to room 1101 by the lobby? Don’t delay please. Thank you.”

“So this was it?” Jake was keeping in character both with his posturing and his absolute vagueness of purpose. Will said he’d come but instead got up and paced around his office. He looked out the window at the tall pine trees that grew along side the building. For a moment he remembered how he had once considered leaving the valley and had gone down south to visit Cal Poly in San Luis Obispo. The next day he returned home and went for a drive on the 280 freeway and as he looked out the window, he suddenly realized that he had never seen anything so beautiful as these golden brown hills with the oak trees and little horse ranches near Woodside and Portola Valley. Right at that moment, he made the decision he would stay in the valley and put all his hopes in the applications he’d sent to Stanford and San Jose State. Now Will was looking out his office window toward the sky and once again let himself feel the pleasant sensation of being in a good place. He sat back down at this desk and then found a notebook and opened it up. He had a pen in his hand and a very determined expression as though he might have made a life changing decision that he was about to document. Instead he only scribbled meaningless lines and circles on the page. Finally the impact of the moment began to hit inside him both physically and mentally. Will sat at his desk frozen. To make Jake wait a few extra minutes was the only rebellion he could contemplate and a growing sense of injustice made rebellion absolutely necessary for him at this moment.

Will’s computer had been inactive for some time and now the screen saver program began introducing photographs one at time and each would slowly dissolve before revealing the next. There were musicians, sports figures, sandy beaches and rocky seashores, mountains and streams, movie stills, or just about anything Will had found interesting and thrown in his picture folder. Would this even be considered “his” computer within the next hour? Should he start deleting personal files and images? The tension seemed to make the skin around Will’s temples become tighter. He thought about what it would be like to get his RIF papers. A big stack? He realized he hadn’t even looked outside the company for new opportunities since he’d come to work at Big Iron. Who could he trust that would give him a good reference? Will’s pulse quickened and this throat felt constricted. How much had he charged on this credit card last month? The statement lay inside an envelope at home unopened. Could his savings last more than three months? Could he keep his apartment at least that long? He’d recently moved across town to a lavish new complex in order to be near work. Will hated traffic with a passion. Would he be forced to commute somewhere else? Will hesitated for a moment and then stood up. Looking back at this desk, he reached out and picked up the cup of tea and took another sip. Would he be packing his stuff within the next hour? Would he bother to say goodbye to anyone? There were many questions but no answers as he found himself unable to concentrate on any single thing.

Suddenly the phone rang again and it startled. Will gathered his reserve forces and managed to lower himself back into the seat at his desk. The phone was still ringing. He decided to let it ring through to voice mail and when it finally stopped ringing, he gently took another sip of his tea. He reached down and touched his keyboard and the monitor came to life. There was a new message in his Inbox from HR with the title “Important notice concerning your benefits” and Will smiled at the irony. The message indicator on this phone began flashing red and he smiled again to think what Jake must have said that would have bettered his original “don’t delay please”. Will felt calmer now that he’d asserted a bit of independence from whatever process they had in store for him. Now he was finally ready to go. As he started out the door, Will was thinking about something his father had told him “after you’ve done your best, there is nothing you change or need to change”. He paused in the hallway for a moment and with final resolve said aloud “It is what it is.”

Will’s pace quickened as he moved down the hallway. As usual he avoided the elevator and went down the stairs. As he passed the hallway near Ray’s office, he could not resist the impulse to look inside. He could see maybe five people huddled together and they were all staring at him. “As if they know what is happening” he thought. Will turned away and kept walking but swore he’d heard someone giggling. He picked up the pace and turned down the hallway that led toward the lobby. As he approached room 1101, he noticed a guy peeking around the corner and holding up a cell phone.

“Oh Will, thanks, just have a seat over here.” Jake’s eyes were stone cold fixed on Will. Will could tell that he was annoyed. Jake introduced the others to Will, who glanced around the room surprised because he had not noticed them at first. “As you know, the company has released earnings this week. We’ve tried to contain costs by working more efficiently but the company is still losing money, so we’ve decided to make some changes. This impacts your job which has been eliminated as we work with other organizations to support the failure analysis effort using alternative resources.”

At the very moment, the phone began ringing in the Reliability lab. A brief period of silence and then it rang again. Gordon had a system cabinet open in the back and was busy trying to pull out a power supply enclosure from the cabinet. The enclosure had been designed to be pulled along rails like a desk drawer but this one kept jamming. He removed the unit after a second attempt and then tilted it back on its side. “Ah, here’s the problem” Gordon said aloud and then thinking to himself: “The rail is bent. Only a blunt impact could have caused this and that’s not plausible for normal usage.” He placed a little sticker on the unit and wrote “handling damage”. The phone started to ring again but he still didn’t bother with it.

Chapter 4 – Zombie

Will only really heard two words from Jake which were “job” and “eliminated”. Jake was still speaking and but it was painfully obvious to everyone that Will was not being attentive. “Do you have a question, Will?” asked the young HR rep. Jake’s monologue had come to a stall and clearly they needed to try some other tactic. “What?” Will almost whispered, “Did we do wrong?” Will was embarrassed to find that his voice had cracked and his eyes were near tear stage. The older woman shifted her posture and stared at Jake. Here was an opportunity to prove that all the training sessions they had been through were not wasted! Jake shook his head resolutely and cleared his throat. “This isn’t about you at all” he said. “As I was saying, the circumstances have changed and we’ve decided to go in another direction. But we’ll need your help.” The two HR reps nodded approvingly and smiled. Stanley leaned forward, consciously trying to portray the kindly observer, ready at the moment to step in and offer assistance. Will glanced around the room at their hopeful faces but remained dumbfounded. “They need my help?” The HR manager handed a folder to Jake which he opened and then pulled some forms out. “Will, this is a contract. It contains a Project Letter and some other legal documents we want you to consider. We are offering you a three month contract to stay on at Big Iron and help us manage the transition of the Engineering Failure Analysis effort.. The work will occur in two phases, the first being Documentary and the next called Offshore Readiness Training.” Jake put the form back inside the folder and pushed it towards Will. “Now here’s the thing, Will. Arthur Rockson will be appointing someone to manage this project. My group is gong back to focus on Reliability forecasting and measurement. So before I turn this over to Diane…” At this point Jake sat back in his seat and took a deep breath. “I’m going to let Diane explain your post exit benefits, but before I leave, do you have any questions?”

Will had never heard of anything remotely like this but was instantly pleased to consider that no matter what was going on, he wouldn’t be reporting to Jake any longer. “How many people are involved in this? Are other people from our group affected?” Will waited patiently as Jake considered what to tell him. Finally, Jake got up from this seat and glanced quickly at the HR people and then back to Will. “There were some other people who work for me that were affected by this and they walked out of here today. You are one of a few people we’ve given this opportunity to stay on. Someone has spoken up on your behalf and asked that you be included in the project.” Will nodded towards Jake, anxious to get it over with now. “Anything else Will?” Jake’s eyes twitched and looked at the door as though someone might be calling him from outside. “Ok then, I need to get going. If you think of anything else you might want to ask me today, give me a call. Diane will take over and after this is done, I’d suggest you go home early today.” Jake’s eyes were twinkling with triumph now that is role in the RIF was completed. “Well, OK then” was all Will could muster in response and just like that Jake walked out of his life for good.

“Will, I want to bring your attention to a very important document in this packet.” Diane opened the folder and pulled out a contract. “Provided you agree to the terms of this contract and complete your project in a satisfactory manner within three months of today’s date, Big Iron will be providing you with a severance allowance equal to one month’s pay. There is a stipulation that you agree not to take part in any legal proceedings or claims of liability against Big Iron Communications. You have twenty-four hours to sign this document here, here, and here” Diane motioned to several pages that had been highlighted with signature lines for his benefit. If you decide not to sign, you will be dismissed from the company tomorrow and would need to turn in your badge and company issued equipment. Please consult your attorney to understand your rights.” At that moment, as though synchronized, Diane and her manager took out business cards and handed them across to Will. “Call us if you have any questions. Please get in touch with Diane tomorrow to advise on your decision. Now I’d like to introduce Mr. Clark of Webberly & Associates.” Stanley Clark stood up and proffered a firm handshake. He took the next ten minutes or so to explain why his company was the best in the business at helping people “land on their feet” after having experienced a “displacement” such as this one. He urged Will to get in touch when his project was near completion to initiate a relationship with Webberly and move on to the next step in his life.

Will was busy thinking about pairing the expression “land on your feet” with its natural (though unsaid) precursor “thrown out the door”. It was amazing to think how much time, effort, and most ironically money must have been spent to plan this event. The amount of information they were throwing at him was overwhelming and the whole experience seemed to teeter between shocking and mundane. By the time it was over, Will was completely tired but made sure to tell them not to worry, he would bring back the forms signed tomorrow as requested. Everyone except Will had become awful chirpy at the end. Will finally managed to shut them up by telling them he was “glad he’d made someone happy today”.

Arthur Rockson had been chosen by execute management and HR to perform a special function for the RIF. He must be the one to inform Gordon that his job had been eliminated and must leave by “close of business today”. Arthur had strenuously objected to this decision until presented with the nasty alternative to lose two or perhaps three more of those young hotshot Engineers he had picked out during recruiting excursions to college campuses. Arthur was convinced that Big Iron could be saved only if people made gutsy decisions and he decided it was time to lead by example, so he agreed that he would take care of the Gordon matter. .

Rumor had it that Arthur had initially been reluctant to accept a promotion to VP, instead preferring the more “hands on” role of Director of the Hardware Development group. Along with the RIF, there had been a major shake-up among the executives and Arthur feared what might happen if a newcomer attempted to take the reigns over “his” engineers. There were many changes coming and Arthur was convinced that his old buddy Gordon would not be the kind of “team man” to help execute at the pace they were looking for. Besides, Gordon’s continuing influence on some of the young engineers could potentially have negative implications for morale. Arthur needed “tasks, owners, and dates” with a day by day execution plan. He had chosen Marco Riccardi as his “execution arm” and Marco had been adamant that a critical and immediate factor for success would be how soon they could find a way to “take Gordon out of the picture”.

Arthur had tried to contact Gordon all through the long morning without success. He’d hoped to arrange a meeting offsite but the plan was not working out and HR was now pushing hard to get everything done. With great reluctance, Arthur finally agreed to assemble the “notification team” from HR and Webberly to make a contingency plan for a big showdown with Gordon.

9 am Wednesday Morning, Reliability & Safety Engineering Building (Loc 48)

Will had come in to work but found himself unable to sit at his desk for any length of time. He decided to walk around the building and find out what had happened to everyone in the past 24 hours. He passed by a couple of people in the hall but they appeared to be trying to ignore him. A call to Ray about “having lunch” went unreturned. There was an email from Arthur Rockson requesting that get in touch with Marco, who would guide him on his new “project”. Will was unable to find Marco and decided to go home early.

9 am Thursday Morning, Reliability & Safety Engineering Building (Loc 48)

Will came in to work again. Marco came by and sat with him in his office to go over expectations for the coming “Offshore” project. When they were finished, Marco told him to go home early and take the rest of the week off. .

4 pm Friday Morning, Reliability & Safety Engineering Building (Loc 48)

A rumor went around the building that Gordon had been asked to leave. Ray added this one last name to his list and forwarded on to the Gawker Group via email.

9 am Monday Morning, Reliability & Safety Engineering Building (Loc 48)

Will was back at work again. There was a meeting with Marco on the calendar for early afternoon but nothing on schedule in the morning. He stayed at this desk and tried to sort out his feelings. Will’s former friends and associates at Big Iron studiously avoided him and if an encounter were forced, the RIF and his “project” would be the last thing they would be willing to talk about. Ray and his fellow gawkers believed that Will would be “better off gone” and talked about this openly among themselves. Will’s presence there was a continuing reminder of the RIF day since there was an end date on this “project”, he was no longer considered as one of them. He was like a zombie who haunted the hallways, busy with his appointed rounds. Marco had told him to “keep doing what you did before, only now you need to document the hell out of it”.

Chapter 5 – Offshore

About midnight local time, Big Iron East Labs, Bangalore, India

“Not a good morning Ravi?” A portly man of about 30 years with a mustache and wavy black hair had just entered the lab area. The man he was addressing was very tall and thin, and somewhat younger than he. Ravi was seated on a tall stool near a test bench. “We are getting thirty percent failure rate” he answered. “So what!” said the other man. “Rama, do the math. This is seventy percent NTF versus expectation of twenty-five, that’s what!” Rama smiled broadly and shook is head. “It’s only the second week, give it some time. Ten weeks to synchronize with Cupertino and these are all billable hours!”

These two men were representative of different sides of the continuum. Rama dreamed of coming to America and making a fortune before returning to India to live a life of leisure. Ravi dreamed of coming to America to experience the development of technology at the cutting edge. Big Iron was a choice assignment and proof of concept that engineers in India could perform at the highest levels in the world. The first challenge given to them was to duplicate the failure rate result of material that had been analyzed by the engineers in Cupertino. The first milestone would be achieved when the result was exactly the same between the two labs.

“Never mind this now, its time to for lunch and we can go for a walk” Rama announced. A reluctant Ravi trudged out of the lab, still struggling to get used to time difference and the ubsurd situation of working Cupertino time zone hours in Bangalore.

About an hour later, same day at 1 pm: Reliability Lab in Cupertino

There were only a few of them left, these hotshots representing the Hardware Development at Big Iron. Marco Riccardi was the Project Manager who led the charge to accomplish the Go Live for Offshore within twelve weeks. Will was one of them, at least for the duration of this project, and he worked an average twelve hour a day to move material from the other labs to Reliability for final analysis and documentation of test process and test stand spec. The Reliability area had become the bottleneck in the process and lately Macro himself had rolled up his shirtsleeves to help drive down the backlog. In the project meeting that morning, Marco had been furious when looking at the first set of performance metrics. They were behind schedule by at least a week! The night before, Will had delivered a fresh batch of matrial to the lab and made arrangements to meet with Ray and a few engineers from the other groups to participate in a “group think” on how to reduce the backlog.

Will was the first to arrive in the lab. He had a plan on how to distribute the material but immediately discovered something very strange. All the material now lay neatly stacked in the board trays and on carts. Each item was tagged with FA results and a green (pass), yellow (fail intermittent), or red (fail hard) sticker. “Who could have done this? Why didn’t someone speak up in the meeting?” Will thought. “But my god, how could they have done this much this fast?” he wondered aloud. Ray and the others arrived a few minutes later and no one among them could explain their unexpected good fortune They checked the system logs and found several different user ID’s associated to analysis work. Many of these ID’s belonged to “former” employees. “They brought the old guys and worked ‘em through the night” said Ray laughing. It was a good joke but afterward he leveled a serious accusation that the materials had been inappropriately stored. Did Will check inside the containers before bringing them to the lab? Perhaps the work had already been done. “This would explain why they think we’re behind schedule” Ray told them whereupon the others nodded in agreement and the meeting broke up. Will knew there had to be a better explanation, but he was a short timer now and his ideas were no longer taken as credible anyway. “Whatever helps get me through this, brings me one step closer to something better,” he told himself.

Twenty-four hours later; around 1 pm Big Iron East Labs, Bangalore

“Ravi here” said the man seated at the head of the table in the conference room. “Rama is with me.” The men settled in for the conference with Cupertino. “Hello guys, this Marco. We need to come to terms with what is going on here. Your failure rate is off target by fifty percent. Can you tell me why?” “Sure Macro, this is Rama. We need time to go through the units a second time. Maybe there was some step missing in the FA process.” Back in the conference room in Cupertino, Marco rolled his eyes and pushed the mute button on the console. “These guys are idiots” he said aloud though no one was in the room to hear him. He punched the mute button a second time. “We had a walk through and you guys signed off,” he shouted. “Marco, this is Ravi. I have a theory but need some time to prove. We need to compare test scripts between what you provided us and what is present in your lab right now.” Marco punched the mute button and rolled his eyes again. “Jeeze, they are trying to screw me. Anything to get the some more billable hours. Fucking idiots!” He punched the mute again. “Ok, how long will this take? I’ll give you until end of day on Friday. Ok?” Ravi knew that he’d have to work on Cupertino plus Bangalore time to accomplish this feat but he had no other recourse. He knew that the process established in his lab was exacting and that there had to have been something new introduced in one of the environments to explain this issue. “Ok Marco, this is what we’ll do. To have it done by Friday of next week.” Ravi punched the mute button on his console and looked to Rama to see his expression which at that moment was serious enough to be comical. No one had dared push back on Marco until this point.

Marco began speaking with his voice raised at least two notches. “Rama, you are responsible for operations performance and this is your schedule. Do you guarantee me that this crap will be straightened out by the end of next week?” Words were caught in Rama’s throat and he sputtered in his first attempt to answer. “Well, we can go back to our management team….” He stopped to clear his throat, not really sure what to say. Then he slumped back in his seat, clearly worried about where the discussion was headed. Suddenly the tall, thin man beside him rose from his seat to speak. His eyes were blazing and his chin thrust forward. He was eager to take up the challenge. “Ravi here. Sorry, but I need to speak for this schedule now. This is my work and I’ve already given the guarantee. I said you’ll have it done. End of the day, next Friday, if not sooner.” Marco and Rama, from the space of nearly nine thousand miles apart, each shared the same expression of admiration for the chutzpah of their colleague. “That’s the right stuff Ravi. I’m going to trust you to deliver on it too. I’ll send out the updated schedule this afternoon showing this new validation piece and a checkpoint to confirm that we are back on schedule. Goodbye guys.” Marco had an intuition that this was the best course of action anyway. “I can’t count on those clowns in Reliability. They are a band of idiots for sure. I’ll take the new guys.” Before leaving for the day, Marco had gotten in touch with Will and the two of them managed to download a test configuration from one the lab units. Marco was quite pleased when he punched the Send button to forward the message. “Hey Ravi, here’s a sample from the Processor bed of current configuration. You can get started. Good luck buddy. Your Pal, Marco”

1am Saturday Morning, Reliability & Safety Engineering Building (Loc 48)

A security guard was holding a flashlight and pointing it down the long hallway toward the lab. “Security! Is anyone there?” There was no answer and he reached quickly for his mobile phone to call the command center. “Is someone watching the monitor on Loc 48? The back entrance near the labs! Send back-up immediately, I think we have an intruder”.

This sequence of events had begun when the regular security guard for Loc 48, a man named Salvador Rameriz, had reported that he would be late for work that night due to a family issue. His replacement, a new guy, had made the rounds of the building as required on the security chart. There were bathrooms near the elevator on the ground floor and he thought he’d heard water running on the men’s side. When he came in to investigate, he’d found water dripping from the shower head in the stall in the back of the room. The guard started checking the other rooms including the test chamber and the lab. While in the lab, he thought he’d heard footsteps in the hallway. It was strange because the whole area was dark excepting the red and green flashing LED’s on the computer systems.

While the lone security guard waited impatiently in the hall, a couple of SUV’s from Big Iron Security were dispatched to Loc 48. The command center was only a couple of blocks away and the SUV’s arrived quickly. The floodlights from the SUV’s were focused on the back entrance and surrounding parking area.

The one they were looking for certainly did not consider himself an intruder. As a matter of fact, he’d actually been living in this building for several months. Before that, he would go to a small cottage where his elderly mother lived and he would stay there at night to assist with her care. It had cost a fortune to pay for a live-in nurse and financial resources were dwindling at an alarming rate. Gordon’s mother insisted on staying in her home but inevitably the day came when this was no longer possible. An ambulance had come to take her to the hospital and a week or so later she was released to the care of a nursing home. The next day she died peacefully in her sleep as though the whole matter had been planned this way. Gordon hired a realtor and a lawyer who promptly settled the remaining affairs of his mother’s estate. Every penny of the estate was subsumed in payment of care and medical costs or other outstanding debts. Gordon was left homeless.

Gordon knew every inch of the labs and the test chamber room as well as the offices inside the main building. When an unfamiliar guard had come in the building, he had thought of running out the back entrance, but realized there wouldn’t be enough time to get through the parking lot before additional security forces arrived. Instead he made a noise in the hallway to create a diversion and then quietly crept up the stairway that led to roof. From this relatively safe spot, he watched and waited until the security crew completed their investigation and concluded that perhaps an employee had simply finished up with work, taken a shower, and left the building.

About 2:00 pm same day Big Iron East Labs, Bangalore, India
Ravi was delighted when he arrived at work and found the message from Marco. After a couple of hours of intense scrutiny, he managed to find examples where test calibrations on this machine in Cupertino were different from the ones originally provided. He picked up a phone. “Rama, you need to come in this afternoon. I have the evidence we’ve been looking for. The US is working with a different spec.”

Rama came down to the offices immediately and the two men took a break to go for walk and get something to eat. Along the way, they discussed implications. “Ravi, you are saying we need to compare all the test stations?” He knew the answer but it would be entirely more exciting to hear it from his colleague. “Yes, the spec issue I found could be present elsewhere and that would explain performance variation between here and US. More over, if I’m right, we’ll need to start over with a new test set.” “Oh my God Ravi, the logistics will cost a fortune and we’re sure to lose a week or two on the schedule.” Ravi now spoke with increased confidence. “A problem like this one could have destroyed the Offshore Project and hurt our credibility. The good thing is that we discovered their error and pointed it out for them. At the end of the day, we have proved they have hired some good engineers. Come on, let’s go back to the lab.”

Chapter 6 – Gordon

The project teetered on the brink with a small staff of engineers and a determined Project Manager in Cupertino trying to carry the weight. The entire system test specs needed to be redrawn and a complete new set of failure analysis examples worked up and sent to India.

The VP Rockson was up for the challenge and put his reputation on the line. He convinced the executives that they needed additional resource support to keep their original schedule. “This is no time for blame, we have no more than a week to get this back on track and we need to bring in some experienced people.” Requisitions were drawn and sent for approval requesting twelve contractors. They received approval for only six of them. Rockson gathered the recruiters together and told them he wanted to see resumes with Old School experience from the likes of Hewlett-Packard, IBM Almaden Research and IBM Storage Division on Cottle Road, Intel, Lockheed, and Varian Associates. “I want the the kind of person you can just hand a badge and they will start working!”

Rockson had told Marco they could have six men for duration of the project which meant for the next six weeks. Thereafter, the project was renamed as the 6x6 project to honor the six contractors who were brought on to insure success within six weeks. Rockson saw to it personally that the men were identified and brought in to work before the end of the week.

Will was amazed by the intense focus yet friendly demeanor of the Six. They apparently did not feel pressure and were not disturbed by the prospect of carrying around a badge with a bright orange stripe. The orange badge signified they were part of the lower class citizens of Big Iron along with janitors, security, food and other service personnel. A contractor receives no job benefits beyond base pay and is not permitted to be in the office after 6 pm or before 6 am without special permission. Subsequently, Will had spoken with a couple of these men who had explained their presence here in terms of a “failed retirement attempt”. The men were apparently happy to be back in front of test instruments and monitors for ten or twelve hours a day. Besides the economy was currently in the tank and their retirement savings had taken a big hit.

A rumor had begun circulating from Ray and gawkers in Loc 48 that Gordon had returned to work and could be seen in the lab from time to time both at night and even in broad daylight. Many of them assumed that Gordon was one of the six contractors and didn’t question these sightings which seemed more legitimate when Ray said he had personally observed Gordon having a conversation with one of the new guys.

Before long, the 6x6 Project was back on track and Marco was actually whistling when he walked the hallways. If Gordon were on the team as a stealth member, that would be one rock Marco was not willing to turn over. What made the schedule click was good enough for him. It was different for Will though and he found himself more and more drawn by curiosity to the lab at loc 48 in hopes of catching a glimpse of the man he knew was not authorized to be on the premises.

By now, Will was more or less certain that it was Gordon who had cleared out the large backlog of material that needed to be analyzed back at the beginning of this project and it was also highly likely that it was he who recalibrated those test fixtures, thereby causing them to be out of synch with the East Labs. This latter circumstance proved to have particular significance as they now knew. If the East Labs had gone operational with those specs, the whole of the new production hub supporting Europe and the Far East would have been compromised. Will wondered what obscure fidelity had prompted Gordon to stick to his craft and continue to work long hours with no pay while at risk of being arrested as a trespasser.


1:30 am Monday Morning (6X6 Go Live minus one week), Reliability & Safety Engineering Building (Loc 48)

Will crossed the parking lot and entered the building from the west side by the loading dock. From there, he took the stairs up to his office and grabbed his lab book. Next he came all the way across the building through the reception area and then down the long hallway toward the lab. The lab was dark but he thought he heard voices and then the unmistakable sound of a dial tone. He crept up close to a window and looked inside the lab. There were three men seated at a table near the phone console. Two of them he recognized as 6x6 contractors and the third, could it be? Yes, Gordon! Then Will heard a familiar voice. “Ravi here” Gordon leaned back in chair and spoke. “We’ve got the midnight crew assembled again. Can we go over some red flags?” They were going through the hard failures! Will was trying to decide if he should stay or leave when suddenly a light appeared down the hall and then a security guard was pointing a flashlight directly at him. “Stay there please. Can you show me your badge?” Salvador had a very grim and nervous expression on this face. Will was startled but quickly composed himself and brought out his badge. Salvador came to him and shined the light on the badge. Then he pulled out his mobile phone and called the command center. “Check on employee 100,001 please?” The name matched and Salvador thanked the operator and hung up. “So, tell me what you are doing here? This is a private meeting and you could be in a lot of trouble.” Will sensed that the security guard was more nervous about this situation that he was, so he decided to probe. “You could be in trouble too”. “What are you talking about?” “Well, that man, for instance. I know he is not an employee. What is he doing here?” Will wasn’t really interested in pushing this but he wasn’t going to stand for being pushed around either. “He has a guest pass”. Will smiled. “Relax, I know Gordon. I just want to understand what has happened to him and what he is doing now. I won’t make any trouble for you or for him either.”

Salvador felt more at ease with this. “I’m from Guatemala, with my wife and daughter, we’ve been in this country for almost two years now. Very difficult to make a living and I’ve been with three, no four different security companies. When I came to this Big Iron about six months ago, it was the first assignment to give me stable hours in one location. With a family to take care of, there are not many easy decisions”. The security guard motioned toward the reception area and the two men walked away from the lab to continue the conversation.

“So, ok Salvador, please tell me something about Gordon. What do you know?” “He’s a good man. He used to eat his dinner here, always invited me to have a beer. He keeps a six in the refrigerator in the lab.” Salvador went on to describe the circumstances when Gordon’s mother had passed. “I noticed that things had changed for him. Now sometimes I might find him asleep on the cot in that lab and he was here very late at night. You know we’ve been told to discourage employees from staying in the building at night, but I didn’t have the heart to bother him. He’s not hurting anyone, right?” Salvador became very quiet. Will urged him. “Please go on.” Salvador’s face became contorted and Will realized this situation was causing a great strain on the older man. “Salvador, I told you I won’t cause trouble. I promise I won’t tell anyone what we are talking about today.” Salvador began to speak again but in a noticeably lower voice. “On the day when all the employees were let go, Security were given a list of people and told not to allow them back in the buildings. I was so surprised to see Gordon’s name on the list. No one works harder than him. And he was my friend, so I did what friends would do for each other. You see I didn’t have the heart to say anything when I noticed he had come back to the lab at night. It was on the first weekend after the RIF and I called out to him from the hallway. He came outside and just stared at me without saying anything. I asked him what he was going to do and that’s when he reached in his pocket and brought out his wallet. He handed me a wad of bills and asked me to count them. It was $700. He told me he was giving me that money for my family and that he would be happy to keep giving me that money every month in exchange for helping to keep him safe. He told me that he had received more than a year of salary when they cut him off. Don’t worry, he told me. I don’t have any worries about money myself. I knew that we could both get in trouble but I took the money and since then I’ve done all I can for him.”

Will had heard enough. Whatever else there was to know about Gordon would probably not be something that Salvador Rameriz would be able to explain. He shook the man’s hand and walked away. “We should all have friends like that,” he thought. On his way out, he passed room 1101 and was immediately reminded of Ray and the other gawkers and how they had acted on that day when his world had been shattered.


Chapter 7 – Phantom Employees

6 pm on 6x6 Go Live at Loc 3 in Arthur Rockson’s office

Go Live for the new European and Far East production hub came without incident and was pronounced successful. Near the end of the day, Arthur contacted Will and asked him to stop by before leaving. “Hello Will” Arthur greeted him. “I just wanted to offer my thanks for the work you’ve done. Marco told me that you were the glue holding this process together.” Will fidgeted for a moment but finally accepted Arthur’s offer to shake hands. “Have you firmed up plans for what happens next?” he asked. Without letting Will answer, he continued: “Please send me over your resume and keep in touch. We’re having a little celebration with the rest of the team tonight. We’d love to have you there.” Will had not responded to an email invitation he received earlier for that event.

Will had been thinking about this moment for a long time. Now it was nearing the last hour of the last day and he preferred not to drown himself in memories nor did he want to pretend that he felt himself to be a part of the team at Big Iron any longer.

Sensing his reluctance, Arthur tried to persuade him. “Its just the core team celebration. Marco was hoping to speak to you before you leave anyway, but I told him to go over there to get a table for us.”

Putting aside the emotion welling inside, Will spoke clearly and evenly. “Yes, I’ll see if I can find Marco, but I’ve got some packing to do now if you’ll excuse me.” Will turned and walked out without waiting for an answer. As he walked out of the building, he dug inside his pocket and pulled out his phone. He dialed Marco’s cell and waited. “Hey, Will. Listen I was just getting ready to head over to BJ’s. Are you coming? Want ride over with me?” Will didn’t want to explain how he felt, but there was simple truth of the moment he could share. “Well, actually no. I’ve got a few other things I need to do right now.” Marco laughed. “That might be a career killing decision!” he said. “But I can’t blame you for wanting to tell those insensitive bastards to stick it.” “Well, Ok then” Will answered, “I’ll take your word that you won’t blame me. Goodbye Marco and thanks helping me get the extra time to deal with things here. I really appreciate that.” Marco was quiet now and couldn’t think of anything to say but finally “oh, alright Will just take it easy. Take some time to blow off steam if you need to. I’d do the same.” “Yeah, bye.” Will answered and that was all there was to it.

Will decided to take a walk and look for a place to eat dinner. He’d come back later to pack his stuff after he was sure that everyone had gone home.

7 pm on 6x6 Go Live Day at BJ’s Brewhouse in Cupertino

Arthur Rockson walked into the room looking for his party. He glanced around the large open room to no avail. Finally, he spotted Marco sitting by himself at small table near the bar. “Marco, what happened? Couldn’t get a spot? Where is everybody?” Marco’s lip turned downward in response, something approaching a sneer. “You bastard Rockson, you’re late” he said. “You said you were coming over at 6:30.” “Well, I was busy, but where are the others? Should have been a no brainer to get them out for a free drinks.” “I guess they decided to go for Friday Beer Bash instead.” Marco responded. Rockson pulled a bar stool out from the table and took a seat next to Marco. “Well Marco, you must be a happy bastard anyway or you will be soon enough” Rockson pulled an envelop from his coat pocket and handed it across the table. “Maybe this is the best way to communicate with you?” he grinned. Marco took the envelope and started to open it. “Well I wouldn’t know for certain, but I’d have to say you look like the happiest bastard in the bar right now Mr. VP” Rockson didn’t mind Marco’s posturing. He smiled broadly. “Just open the fucking envelope Marco and then you can buy me a drink.” Marco pulled a small folded letter from the envelope and inside of the letter was a check. He read from the letter “In appreciation for your outstanding effort….” and then tossed the letter on the table and held the check up while he reached in the shirt pocket for his glasses. “Holy freaking Sunday!” he said. “Yeah, I’ll buy you a drink. For 75 G’s I’ll buy enough drinks to help us forget where we parked our cars.”

Indeed, Marco ordered drinks and Rockson kept quiet until the drinks came. “Ok, Marco, I want to offer a toast. To you! For bringing this tagalong group of contractors, Riffers, short timers, cowboys, and Indians…ha! For keeping these people together long enough to get Project Offshore off our asses. Thanks Marco!” Arthur downed half a glass of beer. Marco’s eyes glistened. He was thinking about the money and the prospect of a bottomless draught glass tonight but he was also thinking of the men he’d been working with for the last three months. Finally, he raised his glass. “Rockson, its my turn. You bastard, you got it right for once. So lets do have a toast for all the phantom employees of Big Iron!”

8:oo pm @ The End Of The Day - Reliability & Safety Engineering Building (Loc 48)

Will called this girlfriend and asked her to join him for dinner at Fontana’s on Stevens Creek Blvd. “We’ll celebrate my new life that starts now,” he had told her. Afterward, the two of them came back to Will’s office to pack his things.

They came in the building at the front entrance and when they walked down the hall, they heard a noise in the breakroom. Someone was buying something from the vending machine. Then a man came out in to the hall, walking toward them. Will was startled but recovered enough to stammer out “Hi Gordon”. The older man nodded at him and walked on down the hall toward the lab. When he was out of sight, Will turned back to his girlfriend and whispered, “That guy was supposed to have been walked out of here in the RIF, but he is refusing to leave. I think he lives here now.” The two them exchanged a look but went on about their business without comment.

Chapter 8 – Whatever Happened To?

Big Iron Communications – A continuing series of divestments, outsourcing, offshoring, downsizing, and strategic mergers eventually brought the company to such a state that it was acquired on the cheap to become the Support and Services arm of a large Contract Manufacturer based in Singapore.

The Six Contractors – These men took their incentive bonuses from Project Offshore and took their wives on extended vacations. After they returned, their wives urged them to stay out of the house during the day, so the men decided to form a small Engineering Consulting and Services firm.

Gordon – When he discovered the fate of the six contractors, Gordon offered his services to help get their new company up and running. With their combined resources, the men were able to purchase a small Victorian home near Santa Clara University and opened up their business which was called 7X Engineering Consulting Company. Gordon looked after day-to-day operations and lived on the premises. He had his own private bedroom upstairs.

Ray - After being impacted in the very next RIF after Will left Big Iron, Ray managed to come back to the company as a contractor. He was re-Riffed six months later after which he decided to get a realtor’s license. When Ray got his license, he found the valley in the midst of down real estate market with low demand and falling prices. Unable to make a living in this field, Ray took a job as a customer service representative with Dinky’s Document Services Company where he languished for the better part of a year. Ray finally made his way back to the high tech industry when he was hired as a contractor by Giant Networks.

Salvador - The hard working security guard continued to work shifts totaling as much as 18 hours per day, six days a week. Salvador subsequently saved his money and found a partner who was willing to launch a Landscaping and Gardening Service. The little company is now well established, serving the communities of Saratoga and Los Gatos. Salvador now lives right off of De Anza Blvd not far from the old Big Iron headquarters. His children go to school in the Cupertino School District and college funds have been established for them.

Arthur Rockson - After presiding through several years of decimation in the Big Iron Hardware Development group, Arthur decided to retire. He sold his home in Portola Valley and cashed in all other assets to purchase a yacht and fulfill a dream from his pre-graduate days to go sailing around the world. On a fine spring morning, Arthur sailed under the Golden Gate Bridge and was never seen nor heard from in the valley again.

Marco Riccardi – After hanging around Big Iron a few months after Project Offshore Go Live, Marco gave his notice and joined Giant Networks. A couple of years later, Marco rose to prominence at Giant as the VP in charge of their Home Entertainment Division. The employees who worked for Marco were affectionately and otherwise referred to as the Broad Band of Idiots.

Rama - After immigrating to the US, Rama began a long climb encompassing the better part of ten years in which he went from being contract worker to Chief Technology Officer at Giant Networks.

Ravi – The young engineer came to the US but suffered a series of setbacks and became disillusioned while working for several of the big marquee technology companies of the valley. Ravi found his true calling when he partnered with some other Indian immigrants to form a start-up called Green Life Technology. He often calls Rama to tease him about glad handing that goes on at Giant Networks. Rama, a determined investor, is hoping for the day when Green Life Technology goes public so he can retire and return to India.

Will – After spending the better part of six months in a failed attempt to find a secure position in the tech sector, Will decided to give up the effort and instead signed on with a California state program to expedite teaching credentials for Technology professionals affected by the downturn. Will graduated in less than a year and a short while later settled in as a Math and History teacher at a small public school in Pacific Grove. Alas, during the next downturn in the economy, funding for California Education was cut to the bone and all non-tenured teachers including Will were released. Will then decided to make another career switch and applied for entry to Columbia University as a post-graduate in the School of Journalism. Will watched with interest as one major daily newspaper after another announced cut backs in staff and scope of news coverage. During this past summer, Will took a job as a contractor at Giant Networks. He is currently considering withdrawal of his application to Columbia U. in favor of applying for a full time position as a Program Manager at Giant Networks in Marco Riccardi’s organization.

The End

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Bucky's Galatic Wisdom

Preface: All You Need

You may be wondering if this is another of those charming tomes which sets out to explain that all you need to know in life can be learned by interaction and observation of pugs. Well, that would certainly put you on track and you’d be half right already. Of course you can’t be all right without benefit of more time and effort with understanding pugs. I wish the most success possible!

Some days are just too busy, too crowded, and it seems like everything is completely incorporated. In such times, the mind needs something substantial to center itself on less we sink deeper into some meaningless aspect of whatever is currently fashionable.

We’ve all felt the wonder of giving in to a creative urge or to simply stay still and admire the beauty of things. Such an effort involves clearing the mind of complexities and there where you’d least expect, profound things may develop.

Everything I need to escape from the stress and heaviness of the world can be learned from observing and interacting with Bucky. Bucky does not communicate intelligently with spoken language and neither reads nor writes. This does nothing to blunt his impact. Bucky is a Pug dog living around the turn of the twenty-first century on the planet earth.

I’ve tried by best to impart what I’ve learned from Bucky in these pages and if I’ve succeeded to even a small percentage, I’m certain the world will be a better place and this will be time well spent for you and I.

The musings that follow occur in no particular order but rather follow the way of the pug which is sometimes described as “like a butterfly”.

I have no desire to steal the thunder or teach the reader about the spirit and wonder of pugs except by the examples I’ve noticed and the extra bits and snippets of knowledge that have occurred to me along the line. Therefore, I’ve tried to keep things simple in the telling and at the end of each chapter I will offer some things to consider before moving on. It is most probable that you’ll need to have your own encounter with a pug in order to receive the spark of imagination and creativity necessary for total enlightenment on these subjects but you never know for sure. Useful knowledge comes to people in many different ways.


Chapter 1: Mythology

The planet Zorcon is in the outer galaxy beyond the grasp and knowledge of earth people. From here, rumors existed that there were other planets encircled by moons made of pure cheese. Pugs left Zorcon in search of these moons and though they were in fact misguided, they eventually found the way to earth and discovered seemingly infinite varieties of cheese . They decided to stay and made inroads into earth culture in roles resembling that of a court jester or the emperor’s prize pet. Since a pug is a natural clown anyway, it was an easy life and eventually led to the situation which exists today where pugs are not expected to do anything to earn their keep.

Some things to consider:
How did pugs travel?
What was life on Zorcon really like?
How did the pugs communicate with each other?

Chapter 2: Earthly Origins of Pugs

Why pugs? This is the type of question that comes to you when you are not physically or mentally connected with a pug. You’ve heard about how different breeds of dogs have evolved over time to serve some purpose be it herding, hunting, protecting, or whatever. Again you wonder, what purpose for pugs? They are not especially useful as working animals. It is believed that the earthly origin of pugs was in China perhaps two or three thousand years ago. They were supposedly kept as companion animals for emperors or monks. These are the type of people known for pursuing wisdom which brings us to the simple conclusion that pugs had a part in the pursuit of wisdom. This little dog can more than earn his keep in the same manner today if we only allow the message to come through all the noise of the modern world.

Some things to consider:
How on earth could anyone practice meditation if a pug lived nearby? They are so well known for barking, snoring, or going mad for attention.
Do pugs have a Chinese temperament? If so, how is it expressed?
Are there perhaps some ancient texts that would provide more background for the role of pugs in the establishment of civilized society? Where would one go to look for this evidence?

Chapter 3: Living In The Now

The way most humans experience life in their minds is sort of like a compendium swinging from the past to the future and back again. What happened to me? What might happen to me? This perspective is very foreign to pugs who live in the one true eternal moment which is called Now. This is why you would seldom notice any sign of stress on a pug’s face. The pug is either snoring or making a mad dash toward the most interesting thing life has to offer. The fact that this “interesting thing” might change in midstream is of no consequence whatsoever to a pug.

Some things to consider:
Isn’t it horrible to think that one could exist without having pleasant memories of some past event or not?
What would it be like to experience concepts such as “good” and “bad” without any more emotion than one should assign to red light and green light?
What must it be like when even your dreams are in the Now?

Chapter 4: No Need to Be Exact
A lot of the complexity and bother in life comes about because of the need to be exact in describing things that seem to be important. As usual, the pug offers an example of a better way. When a pug needs to explain something or answer a question, there is a simple response that always suffices. “About that much!” This thought is communicated either through brain waves (helped by eye contact) or with the human simply annunciating these very words for the pug such as “well, it’s about that much”. Just as important as the thought, that action is, and the required action in this instance is to move on. Don’t linger or make further attempt to expound or explain yourself or anything else.

Some things to consider:
Practice “about that much” by cutting short some of your explanations. Let others have the honor of filling in the blanks sometimes.
If you are aware that something is going to happen a certain way regardless, what difference will it make if you say something about it?
How does it feel when your “short and sweet” response is both respected and understood?

Chapter 5: The Value of Being Insistent

We’ve all heard the saying that you there are times when you can’t get something unless you ask for it. Pugs take this concept a step farther to help insure a better chance for success. When a pug wants something, there are three basic strategies:

Eye Contact - Pugs have large googly eyes that plead for something like there is no tomorrow. If one doesn’t immediately give in to this, a sense of guilt will come along with the wonder at what bad karma might result from continued denial of this pug.
Paw Contact – Basically the pug will step on your toes. Not only can this cause a bit of pain, but one there is some concern for the welfare of the pug. Better give in.
Barking – Eye and paw contact are not mutually exclusive, so prepare for the possibility that the pug may keep up both of these strategies while beginning to bark. The pug may also attempt to make circles around you while barking. The best way to shut the pug up is to give in.

Some things to consider:
The next time you really want something and require the assistance of another in obtaining it, try using something other than words to drive home the necessity.
Why are pugs a very rare sight in a obedience school?

Chapter 6: The Value of Being Flexible

What would an exercise in galactic wisdom be without some contradiction? Pugs definetly achieved their standing in the world today by being insistent, however, they also can be very flexible. Or should I say whimsical?

Anyway, in ancient times pugs spent a lot of time in chasing butterflies. If you’ve every tried this, you’ll know that it is hard to catch something that travels an unpredictable path. Pugs learned to chase butterflies and keep at it so long as it were fun. There is always that certain moment when it is best to give up, and pugs developed this into an art. So after going this way and that, the pug might suddenly turn and run off in a different direction as though something more important just occurred to him. That which was learned in butterfly chasing became a skill that pugs have employed in other parts of their lives.

I’ve convinced after observing Bucky over a period of years, that not even he would know just what prompted the sudden change of direction or in fact, what will happen next. Instead, the pug just heads out and keeps moving until the eyes come upon something new and exciting.

Some things to consider:
When you find yourself in a rut, try heading off in a different direction and keep going until something new or worthwhile appears.
Instead of living a life filled with dogged determination, you should sometimes just give up when you don’t get what you are after and transfer your energy toward obtaining a new desire.

Chapter 7: Catch Me if You Can

Pugs have a great need to be sought after or even chased by humans or other animals. They will find a way to make you want to get your hands on them and hold them up for the whole world to say “look here at this ridiculous pug”. Before you can have this honor, you must catch them and this may not be an easy task. They instinctively head for small, tight, or cramped places that also afford easy access to get in and out of. Pugs are proud of their ability to make people run in circles. They show off this pride by stopping to taunt their pursuer before throwing their head back and running down the random path of life.

Some things to consider:
Rather than standing still to argue with someone, try teasing and then moving away from them. Before they tire of the chase, they might learn something about what you were trying to say without all the words or friction.
When you catch a pug, you must be ready for strong displays of affection. Likewise, in human interaction try giving out a little love and then find out if people are more agreeable to your wishes.

Appendix: Some more specific observations about Pugs
A Pug is a type of dog that is thought to have been bred specifically to sit in the lap of luxury. They come in shades of black and fawn. Their eyes are big and buggy and the nose is flatter than a green onion pancake. Their bodies are soft and furry, and not much larger than a piglet when full grown. They have little tails that curl up over their backs. The tail can wag too, but doesn't make a big production of it. The tail will come down between the legs if there is any sense of shame, but it is not desirable or even natural for a pug to feel shame. They are by nature self assured and happy.
A pug has nice, sturdy paws that always seem a little larger than what you'd expect from a small dog. You'll often find them stepping around in a circle, carefully approaching a visitor and then dancing away from the person's outstretched arms, if only to return a moment later and step squarely on their victim's toe. And who can forget? Pugs are noisy little animals! They'll bark when alarmed or hungry and they'll bark when being playful. A pug will bark before asking a question and a pug would rather bark than listen to what anyone has to say. A pug has a little sausage shaped body and he uses sturdy paws to brace himself on the ground. Yet still the effort does not provide enough stability to keep him from lurching back or forward when barking. If you need an image here, think of a toy cannon that jumps back from the force of firing.
Now less you get the wrong idea, these little fellows have plenty of other ways to communicate besides barking. In fact, I've come to believe that barking is a type of physical therapy (get the "willies" out) for pugs and an outright nonsensical use of language. Pugs have more delightful ways to express themselves. There's the "roo" which resides on the calmer side of the vocal spectrum. The roo is used for gentle scolding as well as declarations of grandeur. The roo is repeated in a sing-song manner with some notes sustained for emphasis. The head is listed upward and the eyes gaze out with the general air that this speaker has something important to say. The roo is the pug's small voice, but watch out for it will disarm and charm the listener and thereby give the pug yet another source of power.
Next we'll speak of the pug's eyes which are large and very expressive. They are often used to lull one to a false sense of security. What we're speaking of here is the proverbial calm before a storm! The pug has his own weather system which manifests as spray. The pug will step in close and proceed to walk across arms, legs, stomach, shoulders, chest, etc. until at last he stands no more than an inch from your face. This is where the trauma of the inspection begins and any good pug worth his weight in popcorn will allow the tension to rise until it becomes unbearable. Suddenly its over! A blast of pug spray right in the face and now the view of the pug's rear-end as he walks back across your body in whatever manner might suite his fancy. Don't bother him now unless you want to restart the whole process. Anyway, he's just looking for a place to rest. A pug's favorite lounging area is alongside a knee or ankle where upon the little head can lie peacefully. A nice, warm, and cuddly companion you have there now, yes? Pug spray may contain some somnambulant chemical quality that allows a person to relax and go with the flow, or perhaps you can come up with a better explanation for why someone would allow themselves to be stomped and sprayed?
Pugs belong to the group of dogs with flat faces. Essentially, this means the pug is a noisy breather and pound for pound, a truly world class practitioner of the art of snoring. As we've learned already, the pug will charm or otherwise maneuver his way to a prime spot beside you where you can easily imagine an engineer calling "all aboard for the sleepy town express!" And so it goes, a large assortment of snoring and blubbering sounds emanating from one sleeping pug. Perhaps every now and then he'll lookup to bark at something real or imagined. Older pugs are less likely to bother investigating such disturbances as they have learned that life in general is cozy, serene, and not likely to change during naptime.
Why does a pug exist? Well the true answer to this question revolves around the depletion of cheese and other favorite pug eats but let's try and dig deeper, shall we? I'm convinced that pugs have worked out their own very practical philosophy. I call it "living the Now". There are toys and children to chase, and leaves falling along with any number of mundane disturbances in the world. A pug will leave his course to give chase to such wonders only to be redirected again and again by this glorious thing called Now. Watch him go! The head is tilted back, the ears flop wildly from side to side, and the paws grope for traction. What pleases a pug more than taking up the chase? Excepting mealtime, nothing pleases a pug more than to have someone chase him. That's why a pug will move subtly away from you whenever need to pick him up or want to give him a pat. He wants to make you work for it. "Get the pug! Get that pug!" shout various family members. If we chase for a noble purpose (a bath) or just plain fun, the pug makes the most of the moment. Pugs are slow to embrace major concepts like maturity and I think all this chasing provides a constant emphasis on keeping things new and exciting. "Live for the Now and never a dull moment to grow old" might serve as a motto. Often, I've watched the pug make his rounds and I remain convinced that even he doesn't know what action belongs to the next moment. Whatever it will be, the pug is ready with a spirited response.
The End

Created by Bill Keys
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Bones

Chapter 1: Boys Will Be Boys

Every story has a place and a beginning. The Ohlone Indians were said to believe that the world was once covered with water except for the mountain peaks now known as Pico Blanco in the south near the Big Sur coast and Mount Diablo in the north on the edge of the great Central Valley. On these mountain peaks lived three beings; Eagle, Coyote, and Hummingbird. Eagle was strong, wise, and powerful; he spent his days hunting. Coyote and Hummingbird were of a different sort. Old Man Coyote was full of tricks and very irresponsible. Hummingbird was efficient and usually able to get the better of Coyote in most things. It is said that Muwekma, the first people, descended from Coyote. It is entirely commonplace for Old Man Coyote to get himself mixed up in any kind of story including this one you are about to read.

Henry and Darius were sitting on the porch sorting through a pile of baseball cards. Henry held up one the cards and frowned. “I’m not sure about this guy. Remember that drug investigation story we saw on the news? He’s a free agent now and Dad said no one will want to sign him because he makes trouble for other players” “Well, I like him and I think he will be back” Darius responded. The boys were arguing the merits of certain players for inclusion in their newly created Wall of Fame. They had lately acquired a four by six foot bulletin board made of cork and they intended to mount the cards on the board for display on Henry’s porch.

They were both nine years old and besides being next door neighbors, both were assigned to Mrs. Studebaker’s third grade class at Bufkin Elementary school. Darius’ family had recently moved to the area from Illinois right after the school year started. On his first day at school, Henry had volunteered to be the “buddy” who would help Darius understood what was expected of him in class.

“Darius, what do you know about baseball anyway? Your team hasn’t won a World Series in what, a hundred years?” Henry was smiling when he said this and Darius didn’t bother to respond. He had taken the suspect player’s card from Henry to examine the statistics on the back of the card. “We’ll put him on the board. It was my turn, right?” “Sure” Henry said and the matter was resolved.

From a distance the boys could see two figures approaching on dirt bikes. “Do you know those guys?” Darius asked. The newcomers arrived at Garrett Ranch Court and began amusing themselves by jumping the curbs and bouncing back on to the street. Finally they cut across the grass island in the middle of the street and came to a skidding halt in front of Henry’s driveway.

Scott and Wayne were also third graders at Bufkin Elementary school but they were in Mr. Wilson’s third and fourth grade combo class. Henry had once been friends with Scott but lately they had become rivals. Mr. Wilson’s boys had recently defeated Mrs. Studebaker’s team in a softball game on the lunch hour. Although the Wilson team had the advantage of fielding some older fourth grade players, the boys would not consider this on account of pride and class spirit. The final score was all that mattered and the Wilson team was winning by a score of eight to four when the bell rang at the end of lunch period. “Too much emphasis on competition” Henry’s Mom had said when she heard about it. Henry’s Dad was more interested to know if the Studebaker team had pulled together and tried their best. He wouldn’t admit it, but he loved competition and Henrywas growing up to be the same way.

“What’s up?” Wayne said with a really smug look on his face. “I think I’ve got more cards at home than what you have in that shoe box” said Scott. “Didn’t Henry lose some of his cards in that marble game last week?” said Wayne as he held his hand up in the air to receive a high-five slap from his buddy. Henry and Darius stayed quiet and waited. It was becoming obvious to them that there was probably some other reason for this visit. Scott and Wayne wouldn’t usually come down on to Garrett Ranch court; instead they preferred to ride their bikes along the railroad tracks. On this day, they had come to establish some new bragging rights.

Wayne nudged Scott, “Are you going to tell ‘em?” he asked. “We were at the creek in that spot near the field, you know, behind the church. So Wayne was digging and look what we found!” Scott held his hand in a fist and opened his palm, revealing a couple of stones that had obviously been worked into a pointed shape. “These are real Indian arrowheads!” Henry and Darius both leaned forward to have a look, but Scott pulled his hand away and then he reached into his pack. “There’s more. Look at this” he said. What Scott held in his hand now caused both Henry and Darius to take a step back. It appeared to be a large fragment of bone, perhaps a piece partial skull. Was it human? Henry and Darius weren’t sure but they reacted with a sense of excitement mixed with fear. “Are you crazy?” Henry said. “That kind of thing doesn’t belong in your backpack! “ Darius told them. Scott and Wayne both smiled. “We’re thinking about going to the newspaper people to tell them how we found Indian bones and arrowheads. Totally cool!” Wayne boasted.

While Wayne was speaking, no one had noticed a small boy approaching from behind. Suddenly the newcomer grabbed the bone fragment from Scott’s hand and ran away.

Donnie was smaller than most third graders, but he usually found a way to make a big splash whenever he got involved with anything. He had moved to the ranch with his Aunt a couple of years before and the rumor was that his parents had split up before he was born and that he didn’t even know his Father. He lived with his Aunt and his cousin Jeb, a teenager who was old enough to drive a car and smoke cigarettes. Donnie was now stooped behind a tree in his backyard and showing off the item he had just stolen to his friend Melanie. “Eeeeew” was her first reaction, but she couldn’t take her eyes off it either. “It’s part of a human skull and we need to find the rest of it. We’ll have the best Halloween display in town!” Donnie told the wide-eyed young girl. Melanie started jumping up and down excitedly as she spoke: “Yeah that was funny. Those boys were so mad but they couldn’t catch you. That was funny!” Donnie had told his cousin that the other boys were picking on him. Melanie was still gushing with goofy laughter about the situation. “Jeb was, like ah, getting in their faces and scaring them, wasn’t he?” she said. Donnie became serious. “They went away but they might come back later when Jeb isn’t here. We need to think of some story to tell. Hey maybe if we find the rest of the skull, we can say it belonged to us and they had stolen it. It belongs to me, you know it.” “OK” Melanie responded lamely. There was a flash of concern on her brow but she knew Donnie was testing the limits and he usually managed to survive without any serious scars. Donnie was good at collecting lectures but the whole process would usually turn out to be waste of time for everyone involved. In fact, it was to his advantage that he didn’t understand half the things that people tried to tell him.

After Wayne and Scott had left, Henry was unsure what to do. They couldn’t let those boys take credit for knowing anything about American Indian history. “They won’t even know how to explain what they’ve found anyway” Henry thought. “Hey Darius, we need to go to the creek ourselves and see what else may be there.” Darius nodded in agreement. “I know a secret path” Henry told him. The boys decided that they absolutely must go to the site right away. They both dreamed of obtaining a collection of arrowheads and beads. “But Henry, don’t you think it was wrong for them to dig up the bones? That may have come from a person’s grave” Darius asked. The boys exchanged worried looks and then glanced over at Donnie’s house. “He’s crazy” said Henry. “It won’t do any good to talk to him about it. Besides if he thinks we are interested in this bone stuff, he’ll only want to find a way to draw more attention to himself no matter what kind of trouble it causes.”

The creek was actually not far from the Garrett Ranch housing development, but they would need to use a shortcut to get there, otherwise, they would have to go out on the main road and risk being observed by other children. Henry and Darius had hopes of keeping their journey a secret. The shortcut involved hopping over a fence from someone’s backyard and then passing through a small farm that was behind the Garrett Ranch complex. Henry had explored the territory and knew there was a gate leading into the farm just behind that fence. His Dad had told him that at one time the Garret family and the farmers were next door neighbors. The gate provided a private entrance to the farm from the Garrett property. It had been abandoned when the old ranch house was torn down to make room for the new housing community. Henry had never been on the other side of that fence and he wasn’t sure if it would be OK to walk through the farm either, but it was the fastest way to get to the creek. He was worried about missing out whatever mysteries lay out in that field that Scott and Wayne may have overlooked.

Henry and Darius gathered some tool in their backpacks and were about ready to leave when they were interrupted by Melanie and Donnie. “What are you doing?” Melanie asked in her usual manner. She always sounded as if she was accusing someone of a crime, but it was really just her way of butting in on other people’s business. She didn’t really consider Donnie to be a close friend, but he could be counted on to make something happen even on the most boring day. “What are you doing!” she demanded again. Melanie could tell that Henry and Darius were packed up to go somewhere.

Henry paused a moment and whispered to Darius who then addressed the other children. “Why don’t you come with us? We’re going on a treasure hunt. Donnie, you can bring that bone thing with you.” Darius was smiling because he knew Donnie would take the bait. “Yeah, maybe we’ll find the rest of that skull for you” Henry added. Donnie and Melanie were both jumping with excitement like preschoolers at a party. Donnie could easily imagine that he was going to be the coolest boy in the third grade. “Besides” he thought, “I’ll need some way to keep Scott and Wayne off my back”.

Chapter 2: King Tom

On the other side of the Garrett Ranch fence and behind the gate there was a small farm of about ten acres and on that farm lived one of the most fearsome creatures a group of suburban school children were ever likely to encounter. Meleagris Gallopavo is the scientific name for this creature, but his owner named him King Tom. King Tom was a turkey. He was born in the wild and had come to this farm to forage and gotten separated from the flock when a coyote attacked them. The farmer’s wife had found him in the orchard and raised him from a small chick. Eventually he was let loose from his cage and allowed to roam free. King Tom enjoyed himself so much that he never bothered to leave the farm from that day onward. On this particular day, the farmer and his wife were busy elsewhere while King Tom was patrolling the property as he usually did.

King Tom stood about four feet tall. He had grown to massive girth and weighed more than fifty pounds. He was about twice as large as any wild turkey. His feathers and body were dark shades of black, brown, and grey. His feet were clawed and very sharp. The crown of his head and forehead were white and his nape was blue. His two most striking features were his throat which was bright red and his eyes which were blacker than coal. These eyes were wild and when disturbed, they conveyed the thickest concentration of anger that ever existed in a single creature.

Tom’s job, as he saw it, was to protect the farm and himself from any intruders. He paid special attention to driveway in the front and the fence along the back. It had been many years since he’d encountered any person along the back fence but he had managed to scare off raccoons and even a coyote once. Watching him from afar, you wouldn’t immediately know that King Tom had a propensity for violence. He appeared to be a large ground-walking bird that simply went about foraging for acorns, berries, leaves, or the occasional small insect. King Tom was very mischievous though. He walked about slowly, stopping often to lean down and pick something off the ground to eat. He didn’t appear to be alert, but behind those eyes lurked a mastermind of danger.

The four children found easy passage through a neighbor’s yard, where they helped each other climb over the back wall. In a moment they had arrived and were now looking into a different world than what they were used to. The old farm house was about fifty yards distant and from where they stood they could see the back porch. The back portion of the farm was mostly just an old apple orchard with various ladders and baskets strewn about. They could see an old truck parked around the side of the house, but no sign of movement. The farm was a very quiet place. There was a wire fence between the wall and the orchard. Just as Henry had mentioned, there was a gate that led into the orchard.

Donnie led the way toward the gate, followed closely by Melanie with Darius and Henry lagging behind. Donnie was eager to get across to the creek and Melanie followed close behind him. Suddenly Henry stopped in this tracks. He was staring at something in the driveway. King Tom had noticed the children immediately and was moving nonchalantly in their direction. Donnie opened the gate without care. Both he and Melanie began walking through the orchard. Henry and Darius were still behind the gate. “Do you see it?” Henry asked. “Yep” Darius replied. “I don’t think we ought to go in there. Hey Donnie, come back! Melanie stop!” Neither paid any attention to Henry’s warning. Henry continued to plead with them, but he was also remembering something his Mom had told him. She said that not to follow other children into dangerous places or not to stick around if it looked like they were about to try something that was obviously stupid.

Donnie was soon looking straight into the eyes of the largest turkey any of them had ever seen. King Tom was only about fifty feet away and he slyly lowered his head and made a garbled noise that sounded like “tut, gut, tut”. “Ha! I’ll whack him if he comes any closer to me” Donnie announced loudly. He had been taking karate lessons for a few months and now assumed a fighting stance he’d been taught. “Ai-Yaaaaaah!” he yelled. King Tom was not impressed. He lifted his head up and prepared to charge. A light went on in Melanie’s head and she began moving away from Donnie. King Tom started beating his wings rapidly and came at Donnie like airplane going down the runway. It was a powerful sight to see! The big bird was partially airborne and had become a ferocious ball of energy. Donnie tried to kick but old Tom easily overpowered him and knocked him down. For a few horrifying seconds King Tom stood above Donnie, grabbing and clawing his long hair. Donnie rolled over and managed to get up. He tried to run but King Tom was on him again in a flash, this time tearing at his pocket and ripping off a piece of his jeans. Although everything happened quickly, Darius noticed that the bone fragment had fallen out of Donnie’s pocket in the scuffle.

Melanie ran back toward the gate screaming like a banshee. Unfortunately the noise attracted the attention of old Tom. He whirled about and came after her. Henry picked up a rock and threw it at the crazed turkey, but his aim was off. Another throw and this time it was on target! The rock made a loud thunk as it hit the side of the turkey. King Tom was now standing between Donnie and Melanie, looking confused. Seeing an opportunity, Darius opened the gate and came into the orchard. He stood there waving his arms and hollering. “Come on! Bring it on!” Darius yelled. Henry was astounded! He would have to find a way to save his friends. He groped around on the ground, hoping to find a few more large stones!

Melanie tried to make a run for the gate and almost made it, but King Tom raced after her and managed to catch her with one last lunge. “Help!” Melanie screamed and she cried uncontrollably while King Tom grabbed at her ankle and then tore a shoe off her foot.

Darius ran over to where the bone fragment had fallen and picked it up. “I have to return it” he was thinking and his faced was glazed with a robotic expression. Donnie was standing nearby petrified while watching as the wild turkey appeared ready to gobble down one little girl. When the shoe came off, Melanie was momentarily free from the turkey’s grasp. King Tom gave the shoe a mighty shake and flung it aside. Suddenly everyone could hear a loud “thunk”. Henry had scored another direct hit on the turkey and was now throwing stones one after another from the area near the gate. His father would have been proud if he could have seen how these dire circumstances had brought out evidence of a potentially great baseball pitcher.

Melanie made it safely to gate minus one shoe. She stood beside Henry and the two of them were screaming at King Tom. Donnie made a mad dash toward the gate but King Tom was just too fast! The turkey pushed at Donnie from behind and momentarily trapped him by grabbing his jeans. When a large shred ripped off, Donnie broke free and finally made it to safety behind the gate.

King Tom stood near the gate and stared down his enemies. Henry had run out of rocks and was unsure what to do next. Darius was in the orchard alone with only one thing in his favor. Old Tom had forgotten about him. Instead of turning back toward Darius, the turkey charged at the fence, chortling at the other children and scaring them back. However a turkey might reason things, King Tom was obviously pleased with his performance. Though he might have taken a few lumps, he’d given these intruders something to remember. Look at them moving back away! “Get outta here!” he chortled in the international language of turkeys. After one last ferocious call, King Tom turned and very casually began walking toward the house. There was a woman in the backyard calling to him. “Tom! Yeeeeeeeeeeew! Tom! I’ve got feed for ya!” the woman shouted.

Darius walked over near the gate, picked up Melanie’s shoe, and joined his friends. “Wasn’t that cool?” he told Henry and then took the bone fragment out of his pocket and showed it to him. “Finders keepers” Darius said when he noticed that Donnie watching. “I think we better go back home now” said Henry. For once there was no argument.

Chapter 3: Coyote Comes In a Dream

Later that afternoon, there was a knock on Henry’s door and the little black mutt Kirby ran toward the front of the house barking his head off. Henry came to the top of the stairs and looked out the window. It was Darius, but he didn’t wait there long enough. Darius was afraid of dogs. It didn’t matter what kind of dog it was or who it belonged to, the presence of a dog always made him nervous. Dogs could sense this fear. With some of them, the prey instinct would take over and the dog might growl or bark at Darius, thus completing a cycle that ended with Darius being scared out of his wits.

“Hey Darius!” Henry yelled from an upstairs window. “I’m coming down. Wait!” When Darius had gotten a sufficient distance from the house, he stopped and waited for Henry to join him. “When are we going to the creek? I don’t want to keep this thing.” Darius was carrying the bone fragment with him. “We should bring it back and bury it” he practically demanded and Henry wasn’t sure what to do. There really wasn’t enough time for them to try and go to the creek now. “Darius, it’s really too late.” Darius looked nervous. “Please Henry, can you take this skeleton bone? It scares me to even think about it”. Henry thought for a moment before answering. “We can’t risk that my Dad will find out. He’s already upset. Melanie’s parents were here earlier and somehow it became my fault that something happened to her and Donnie.” “I know” Darius replied. “Donnie is never responsible for anything.” Henry nodded in agreement and then suggested they would ride their bikes to the creek the next morning. “Well Henry, my Dad is coming home tomorrow afternoon, so we’ll need to get back before my Mom is ready to drive to the airport.” Darius walked back toward his home and went around the house through the back gate. He very carefully hid the bone fragment beneath some leaves in the backyard and ran inside the house. There were tears in his eyes.

That night, Darius had great difficulty in trying to sleep. His mind was full of fear and now he wished with all his heart he had not gotten involved. When he finally fell asleep, he had a dream of a fierce coyote that was stalking him. It chased him through a field of tall grass and when Darius came to the edge of a creek, there was no where else to run. He used his remaining strength to climb on top of a large rock and he clung there completely out of breath. The coyote growled and advanced menacingly toward him and then it leaped up, attempting to grab his leg and pull him from the relative safety of the rock. Suddenly Darius lost his grip and fell. He quickly rolled on to his stomach and buried his face and closed his arms around his neck to protect his face. The coyote snarled and bit at his fingers and then everything became quiet.

The images in the dream changed and the coyote was loping across a field. Several times it stopped to look around, as though anticipating an intruder. Darius heard the voices, but could not understand them. He was filled with apprehension and then he had a sensation of his body being restricted. Darius was unable to move his arms or legs! “I’ve been swallowed whole by the coyote” he thought and it seemed that he was now only a brain without a body.

He tried to remember his Mom and after a bit he could hear her voice. It was a voice filled with worry and words of warning about things that little boys should not do.
The last images of the dream involved a group of people gathered around a fire. Everyone was shouting and the coyote was there too, lying outside an encampment in the tall grass. Its eyes were glowing as the wind moved the blades of grass across its face. Its long nose sniffed at the breeze and its ears stood attentive to any sound.

Darius woke up frightened and shivering uncontrollably. First the thoughts of the creepy skeleton to keep him awake and now this wild dog haunting his sleep! He wanted to go to his Mom for help but he believed she’d be disappointed if she found out he had been involved in an incident with the other children. Hadn’t she mentioned on more than one occasion that he should stay away from Donnie? Darius got up out of bed, still trembling as he fumbled through the process of getting dressed. He came downstairs to the living room and curled up on the couch with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

It was only after his Mom had come down and fixed him a bowl of warm oatmeal with raisons that he was finally able to steady himself. The oatmeal was delicious and there was fresh orange juice too! Darius was grateful for this place of refuge. He wished his Father were home. Wouldn’t it be nice if they could team up with Henry’s family and go hiking? Unfortunately, his father was almost completely out of the family picture these days. The family had moved from the Midwest after his father accepted a position as an executive at a large software company. Right now his father was back east and had been on a business trip for over a week. Even when he was at home, he got up early for work and didn’t usually return home until at least eight in evening. He seldom shared dinner with his wife and son these days. More often than not, his busy schedule also included going in to work on the weekends with the only accommodation being that he might eat breakfast with the family on Sunday mornings. There was always a crisis at work or a new project to push through. He was definitely not the same man that Darius had admired for jogging along the shores of Lake Michigan when they lived near Chicago. Darius used to ride alongside on his bike and amazed at how difficult it was to keep up with his father. Now it seemed to Darius that his father was becoming slower, fatter, and grumpier every time he saw him.


Chapter 4: The Dig

Earlier that morning a research team from Pacific Western University arrived at Broadway Baptist Church. The team consisted of members of the faculty from both the Physical and Cultural Anthropology departments along with a group of student volunteers. They had received permission to excavate the field beside the church in hopes of recovering evidence of an aboriginal settlement in the area.

Around the same time, Darius went out to meet Henryin front of the Garrett Ranch tower and they prepared to go to the area near the creek that Wayne and Scott had described. Darius was carrying the “skeleton”, as he now referred to the bone fragment, in his backpack. Darius was now convinced that it would be bad for all of them if they did not return the skeleton back to where it came from.

Donnie stood on this front porch directly across the street and watched Darius and Henry. He could not resist an urge to taunt them. “I can tell Henry’s Dad what you are doing and you guys will be in trouble”. Henry knew that Donnie was bluffing. He would not really consider approaching a grown-up person to tell them anything beyond “I don’t know” or “I didn’t do it”. “Why don’t you ask your Aunt to bring you out shopping? Don’t you need a new pair of jeans?” Darius asked him. “Looks like that turkey did a good job with your hair Donnie” Henry said. “Are you kidding, his hair always looks like it was styled by a turkey!” Darius added and the boys shared a good laugh. Ignoring Donnie, they rode off down the court on their bikes and turned on to Broadway Boulevard... They jumped over the railroad tracks and raced as fast as they could toward the creek bridge and took the creek path that ran behind Broadway Baptist church.

When Henry and Darius arrived near the field, they were stunned to find a large group of people gathered around a stack of equipment and tools. “Uh-oh” Henry said. “Maybe we’ll be more trouble now. We better leave before they see us. “No!” Darius shouted. “We have to return the skeleton, even if we have to ask these people for help”. Henryknew that his friend was determined enough to go on without him, so he decided to press on. The boys rode straight up to where the group had assembled.

Two of the men were discussing something and one of them was waving his arms as he spoke. “Before we begin, I want to make sure you understand the county law concerning the recovery of artifacts. If there is any evidence of ceremonial burial, we’ll need to inform the county as well as the Muwekma tribal council!” The other man was much older and Darius noticed that he looked like a real archeologist. The older man answered in a very dismissive tone. “Professor Murphy, as long as this doesn’t impede on the real work being done here, I’ll leave it to folks like you to sort out the politics”. Professor Murphy was disappointed at the other man’s lack of respect for the cultural viewpoint. “Professor McAllister, I don’t know if its true, but I heard that one time a Muwekma tribal elder grabbed a shovel away from an archeologist and threatened to clobber him with it. You might want to treat this subject a little more seriously”. The two men stood facing one another and neither was sure where the confrontation might be headed.

“Wait! Please! Wait!” Henry shouted. The group was startled by the sound of the young boy’s voice. “We need your help” Darius pleaded. He produced the bone fragment and held it up for Professor McAllister to look at. “It‘s this skeleton sir, some boys found it right here in this field. Can you help us?” Professor McAllister was the kind of man who believed that emotion should not take the place of reason and the desperate look in the little boy’s face was enough to convince him he should try to understand what had made him so upset. He took the bone fragment from Darius who continued speaking with a choked voice. “Mister, I think this is part of a human skull, isn’t it?” Darius and Henry waited anxiously to see what the verdict might be. Professor McAllister examined the bone fragment for a moment and then smiled at them. “Boys, this is definitely not part of a human skull. It more likely belongs to a coyote. It’s not something to get worked up about, ok?”

The professor then turned and addressed the students, ignoring Professor Murphy who always managed to antagonize him with issues that were not related to science as he saw it. He held the bone up for his students and pointed out some of the features that indicated origin. Although he had the reputation as one of the foremost researcher scientists on the west coast, Professor McAllister enjoying working with his students and showing them a practical application of the scientific method.

After Professor McAllister had passed the bone around and completed his discussion, Henry came over and tapped his shoulder. “Are you looking for Indian bones?” Henry asked him. “Well, it’s definitely not bones I’m interested in. We’d like to find out more about how the people lived in this place a long, long time ago”.

The boys asked the archeology students to keep the bone fragment and for a little while, they stayed around to watch the progress of the dig. Ultimately they found the whole process to be very tedious without yielding even so much as another coyote bone. The boys could not understand why Professor McAllister obsessed over every minute detail of the excavation.

On their way back home, Darius told Henry about his dream of being swallowed by a wild dog. “So maybe it had something to do with that coyote bone” Henry said. “It sounds scary to me too. I’m glad we were able to leave this kind of thing for Professor McAllister to deal with. He didn’t seem to worry much about it, did he?” Darius was deep in thought. “Darius?” Henry wanted to know if his friend was going to be ok. “Henry, you are right, but I’m still afraid of nightmares and dogs too.” As they rode back home, Henry was thinking about the awful dream. “Darius, I have something that may help you.”

After they had returned home, Henry came met Darius outside and he was carrying something that looked like a large spider web. It was made with thick string and sticks with two feathers. Henry handed it to Darius. “This is a Dream Catcher. Put it near where you sleep and any bad dream will be caught in the web and die in the morning when the sun shines on the web. The old coyote will not come back to disturb your sleep”. Darius took the Dream Catcher and held it toward the sky, looking through the web and out into the distant hills. He wasn’t sure if it would work, but it looked cool anyway. “Where did this come from anyway?” “I got it from an Indian in the market at the pow-wow near Gilroy last year” Henry answered. “Darius, maybe you can come with me if we go back again. We can get Indian fry bread with strawberries and cream and watch the ceremonial dances. You’ll really like the drummers too!”.

Chapter 5: Little Dogs

The next afternoon was a typical Sunday on Garrett Ranch Court. All the children were busy riding their bikes and playing at games on the grass. “Henry!” It was his Mom calling out. “It’s time to leave now”. Henry raced over to join her. He was so excited he could hardly contain himself. Today was the day he had waited for since he was a toddler. He was going to have a puppy of his own! His Dad came out and joined them at the car. They were just about ready to take off when Henry spotted Darius coming out of his front door. “Wait!” he shouted. “Mom, Dad, lets ask if Darius can come with us. Can we?” Receiving permission to pursue this idea, Henry exited the car. “Darius, we are going up in the mountains to get the new puppy for me. Would you like to come with us?” Darius had never had an opportunity to see a litter of puppies before. His Mom came out on the front porch and the boys asked her if Darius could come along with Henry’s family. “It wouldn’t hurt for him to get a little more used to the dogs”, she said. “Sure, you can go”. The boys climbed into the back of the truck and off they went!

They took the freeway exit toward Mount Hamilton and drove up the twisting road for a few miles before turning down a side road that dead ended near a little mountain farm. “Here it is!” his Mom announced. A friendly looking woman with long grey hair came out to greet them and led them back near the barn. There inside a straw bed were two of the coolest looking little dogs Henry had ever seen. “They are part Australian Cattle and part Terrier” the woman told him. “But I thought there was just one” Henry said. “One for you” said the lady, “but you’ll have to pick him out. The other will need to go to someone else if we can find a good owner.”

Both of the puppies looked identical except for the grey and black spots that were patterned differently over a brown and somewhat shaggy undercoat. They were both male and one of the little pups leaped forward and stumbled onto Henry’s knee, making an easy choice for him. “I choose this one!” Henry announced. “Wait! I’ve got an idea. Mom do you think Darius should have a puppy?” Henry’s Mom considered the idea for a moment. “Well, Henry’s Dad, what do you think?” Henry’s Dad smiled and told the often repeated story of how he had been afraid of dogs when he was a boy until he had one day received the gift of a small puppy to be his pet. “What do you say, Darius?” Darius did not answer with words but he was busy playing with the other puppy.

Henry’s Mom called Darius’ Mom and after a rather lengthy discussion, an understanding was reached. “She has agreed to this. But you need to promise that you will help Darius. Won’t you do that?” Henry agreed and they loaded two puppies in one crate and drove back down the winding mountain road toward home. Darius had a look of wonderment on his face and could not take his eyes off the crate in the back of the truck. “Wow, Dad is going to be surprised!” was all he could think to say.

The End

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