He was the one who taught me IMS administration. You know he was an ex Marine Corp drill instructor. We were allowed to smoke in the office back then. He always had that pipe jammed between his teeth.

He used to stand behind me and watch me type. He'd lean in real close every so often and say "You know what Foot, the next time you make a mistake, I'm not even going to tell you that you did it. I'm going to wait about 5 minutes and then shove my pipe up your nose."

He had me so flustered most of the time I could barely type. Didn't make many mistakes though.

He tracked me down on another floor one day and said "So Foot, do you know what you're doing?." As I was pondering the best answer, he said "I don't think you know what you're doing because if you did know, you wouldn't have done what you did in the first place." He promptly stomped away. I was afraid to go back upstairs for the rest of the afternoon. I finally got the guts to ask him what I did wrong and he just smiled and said "Just keeping you on your toes, Mr. Foot." What a character.

Geez,think how long ago that was... Makes me feel old. I remember when we were the young pups.