
Back in Ohio for my 60th high school class reunion. Sixty years later, I’m still learning about my class and drawing conclusions about what happened way back then. Our class had 67 members, but I found out Saturday night that only 66 showed up for graduation because the mumps were visiting the house of Judy. Twenty one class members showed up Saturday, 25 have died (including Judy), and where were the rest of them?
Another thing I learned at the reunion: The man who taught half days when we were in the sixth grade was a submariner during WWII. No wonder he blew up in anger when young boys, who knew nothing about an attractive symbol they had seen or what it represented, carved swastikas into the wooden desk tops.
Thinking back on his math classes, I now realize that he was teaching base two math to our sixth grade. This made no sense to us or our parents. The teacher tied it to nothing. No way would we ever use this math, using only ones and zeros, in our daily or future lives. No way it would ever help us get a job. Just numerals and how they worked: When this column is full, move to the next one, sort of like you do when you get to nine and double digits show up at 10.
If he had said, “This is what computers (definition, please) are based on, this is the coding that runs them, this is what Alan Turing used to help defeat the Nazis, we could have dropped out of college and invented Microsoft four years before Paul Allen and Bill Gates did.
Then we could have flown around in our private jets and picked up those people who missed the reunion.



