Happy Birthday, dad

This is how it all started for me... The notes below are from a old notebook, 22 years ago. It was 1992 and I was coding my first programs: my father and I were learning to code together. He, as always, was able to spot and encourage my passions. Programming became my passion, profession and way of living.

I do not have digital records of that age, and had no printer either, so these handwritten listings are all that was left from that BASIC code. I can see my coding style changed, too...

He would turn 75 years old today. Just he left exactly weeks ago -- now we know he is free from his damn awful disease.

I miss you, Papá.