An autistic man, with an extraordinary sense of smell and an odd hobby, crosses paths with a woman urgently requiring his unique abilities when the scent of her recently departed mother's sweater is erased in the wash. Available on Amazon for Audible! https://a.co/d/dipSRmD https://youtu.be/XSaGrldLa8w
What I’m Looking for in My Next Employer
I've read a lot of job descriptions this month. Sometimes I get a clear sense of who that organization is looking for -- their dream candidate--their skills, their philosophy, their values, their qualifications, and their style. These JDs are very helpful to me in measuring my interest and fit. What I'd like to do today, …
The Scrum Cheer Phenomenon
I have a friend who was a college rugby player. Even thirty years later, rugby is still a big part of her identity. One day, she shared her team’s pre-game ritual which involved a song and a cheer. She tried to sing me the song, but broke off with emotion. Shaking her head, unable to …
VR Will be Bigger than Tech Geeks, but We Need Their Passion to Get Us There
I am Gen-X. I was once dazzled by a blob of pixels on a propriety machine that could accurately be described by today's standards as the worst table tennis simulation of all time on the worst home gaming system of all time: Pong. But what was it that the current, dazzling iterations of table tennis video …
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Bay City Runaway – Part 13
The BART took me within a fifteen-minute cab ride to Heath’s apartment in Fremont, where there was a large Indian community. His apartment complex was modest but by no means a dump. As I climbed the stairs to his third-level apartment, I was overwhelmed by the fragrance of cumin, turmeric, ginger, onions, and garlic. The …
Whiff – Chapter 6
I wake up excited. It’s Saturday, and I’m free to spend the day visiting my collection. I think about the places I want to go and smell. I fix Mother some toast with strawberry jam and a cup of hot coffee. She’ll be sore, so I’m prepared to rub her legs with liniment. She says …
Whiff – Chapter 5
Start from beginning I didn't grow up wanting to be a library assistant. I work here for four reasons. One, it's right next to the post office. This allows me to visit it more frequently. I have a morning break, a lunch break, and an afternoon break with which to visit my beloved. It's only …
Bay City Runaway – Part 12
The BART took me within a fifteen-minute cab ride to Heath’s apartment in Fremont, where there was a large Indian community. His apartment complex was modest but by no means a dump. As I climbed the stairs to his third-level apartment, I was overwhelmed by the fragrance of cumin, turmeric, ginger, onions, and garlic. The …
Whiff – Chapter 4
I reach in my pocket to find the bottle #2, and gather my courage. I rub my index finger over the smooth contours of its corners and over the rough surface of the little cork that held beloved scent of Mother. I thought of girls in my past who had rejected me and had been …
Bay City Runaway – Part 11
Laura and I decided to break up the spring of our senior year of high school. She had chosen to go to a small private college in St. Louis, and I would be staying in Oklahoma to study computer science. We wouldn’t write or call. That was the deal. But we would reconnect in the …
David Wilson-Burns 