Category: Memoirs of James Pate Williams Jr

Sometime in early 2018 Cyndi(a) Darlene Burks-Burden befriended a Ukrainian citizen who was trying to become a U. S. citizen. Her name was Anna Davidovich “Russian sounding Last Name”. She had a son named Max who was in elementary school. Anna was a welder of mufflers at Sewon:

http://www.se-won.com/client/contents/main/

Sewon is a KIA supplier of mufflers. Anna was born in Kiev, Ukraine in either late 1986 or 1987. The Chernobyl nuclear accident occurred on Saturday, April 26, 1986. Anna claimed to have a birth defect from radiation exposure of her mother while Anna was in utero. Anyway, to make a long story short, I would up chauffeuring Anna, Cyndi(a), and Max around town for too little money. Anna and Max were both very intelligent but appeared to be know-it-all individuals for all practical purposes. Anna left her job at the KIA supplier and became a restaurant server and then perhaps returned to Pennsylvania to get her life back together.

This is a gigantic shout-out to my friends at the Troup County Jail and Pathways Center Second Season. First, we dispense with my 127 days in Pathways Center Second Season. Thanks to Merry B. I wound back in jail so I could be released around Thanksgiving. Here is to the crew at Pathways Center Second Season: Merry B., Tameka (sp?), Malaysia (sp?), Shelana (sp?) Welch, Lunar (sp?), David Cohen, Alfonzo Sample, Ronald James Bonner, Jr., Parish, Antionette, Victor, Matthew (Matt) Riding, Randy, James Winfred Henry, etc. Now for 72 to 75 days in jail first in Booking 704 and then in Booking 703. I want to congratulate Sergeant S. Barnes, Sergeant Webb, Sergeant Calhoun, Officer Holcomb, head nurse Susie, etc. for keeping me safe and sort of skinny relative to my current weight. I still owe Sergeant S. Barnes $7.00 USD for cab-fare on Tuesday, November 26, 2019.

I sorely miss my best friend at Pathways Center Second Season specifically Merry B. However, I do have a not so fond memory of her hugging me on October 17, 2019 and asking me not to forget the staff of Second Season while I was being handcuffed and taken off the jail for another 14 + 26 = 40 day stay. Sergeant Barnes gave me $7.00 USD to get a cab to the hotel that Susan Williams Harrison, my sister, arranged for me to spend the night of November 26 -27. I did get to talk on a cellphone (smartphone) to Merry B. when my sister and I visited Pathways Center Second Season on November 27, 2019. Merry B. stated she was working with autistic kids so she could cuss and fuss around her patients/clients/consumers. Merry B. sounded very good to my nearly deaf ears.

 

As I have stated in several different forums, I started programming computers (software development) in the Summer of 1978 at the grand old age of 24 years old. I was very old for a junior at LaGrange College. My mother was also a late bloomer getting her psychology degree and teaching certificate at LaGrange College in 1959 or later. She was 40 years old in 1959 (born January 15, 1919). She had a two-year Alabama teaching certificate from Jacksonville State College (now University) which she attained in the late 1930s. My maternal grandmother also had an Alabama teaching certificate from I seem to recall the early 1900s or possibly 1905 to be exact. Back to me. My first computer language was Dayton and Data General’s interpretive language Beginner’s All-purpose Symbolic Instruction Code (BASIC). I taught myself the language and shared some of my “secrets” such as the MAT (Matrix) statements in BASIC to Professor Kenneth Cooper. Professor Cooper taught me more BASIC (Fall 1978), FORTRAN IV (Winter 1979), and Intel 8080 or 8085 assembly and machine language (Spring 1979). I then taught myself Nicklaus Wirth’s Pecan Pascal and Modula-2 in the Spring and summer of 1988. I taught myself Data General’s Pascal and macro-assembly language in the summer of 1979 plus later years (1990 – 1994). Professor Fay Adcock Riddle, PhD, etc. taught me C (early 1990s), COBOL (Rear Admiral Grace Hopper’s Common Business Oriented Language) I (Spring 1994). I learned C++ (1995+) and C# (2003+) on my own. At Auburn I was taught Java both the PC and micro handheld versions, C for the Palm Pilot, Common LISP, more C on Apple computers this time, Scheme, etc. I continue to write the Microsoft C family of computer languages (C, C++, C#).

I have a USB 3.5-inch floppy drive on my late 2015 computer. I have just been time transported to Friday, March 3, 1995. I found a legacy 3.5-inch floppy disk in my old computer stuff. The disk had CPPDOS and WINCPP on it. I had taught myself C++ (CPP) on my mom and pop early 1995 IBM compatible personal computer. Up until that era I had been using my Saturday, April 30, 1988 Commodore Amiga 2000, the IBM compatible computers and SUN UNIX computer at LaGrange College (1990 – 1994). The windows version on my 1995 computer was Windows 3.1. Sometime in 1995 I transitioned with difficulty to Windows 95. Thus, begins my backing up of all my personally copyrighted software.

I just walked by Country’s Barbecue Restaurant to find out for the second day that business has no coffee to sell. It seems like their order of coffee went to Country’s in Columbus, Georgia. I also went by my friend’s art gallery:

http://thecochrancollection.com

Wes and Bob Godfrey were talking so I meandered on down to the Main Street Pub to waste money on a glass of orange juice. When am I going to learn you can’t meet potential new friends at an art gallery or a local alcoholics dive? I wish I had a female companion but:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/C%27est_la_vie_(phrase)

I do have several missing items such as three guitars, two cameras, two cellphones, and a Vizio television, etc. which according to my sister Susan Williams Harrison were pawned for her addictions by my former roommate etc. Cyndi(a) Darlene Burks-Burden.

Thanks,

Pate

I am a musical hobbyist at playing instruments not a seasoned professional musician. I guess I could have been a professional guitarist had I not been so insane in my youth. My father bought me a 1964 Gibson SG Standard and Fender Bandmaster amplifier from George G. Daniel for $500. The guitar and amp were my graduation present from high school when I was 17 years old. Within a year I had broken the neck of the guitar in a fit of rage at my father. See I had pawned the amplifier to get money to cover a drug debt and my dad refused to get the amp out of the Columbus pawn shop. The guitar was half-assed repaired by an Atlanta luthier using my dad’s money sometime in the 1970s, but its play ability was not that great. I finally sold the guitar back to George for about $1500 in the era 2009 to 2011. See George is very generous with his hard-earned money.

The Christmas of 2012 was the best holiday season of my life. Cyndi(a) Darlene Burks-Burden, Mister Buddy Princeton, and I were still living at my parent’s last house at 601 Hill Street, LaGrange, Georgia 30241, 1-706-884-7115. I had lived in that house since either 1960 or 1961 except for about four years away in Atlanta and Columbus. I had many exciting and fun holidays at that now 99-year-old house; however, Christmas 2012 was the best of all my 66 years. Mister  Buddy Princeton is an AKC registered Willoughby Chinese pug (Canis familiaris) who was whelped on Sunday, May 27, 2012. Cyndi and I came up with name Mister Buddy Princeton because I objected to Prince Buddy Princeton due to the fact, I wants Buddy to be a pug of the people and not despised royalty. I was responsible for the Mister part, we both agreed on Buddy, and Cyndi(a) came up with Princeton in honor of the last place that the phenomenal and singular Albert Einstein taught and worked. Cyndi(a) was on methadone, Medically Assisted Therapy,  which I was more than happy to purchase that necessary and sufficient medication for her at a cost of $10 – $12 USD per day. Mister Buddy Princeton was the child that Cyndi(a) and I could not physically conceive. Heck Cyndi(a) had lived with me off and on since 2010 and I did not even care to have sexual relations with her since I then had Hepatitis-C and other mitigating factors. That Christmas was all about Buddy. We had an exquisite Christmas tree and nice decorations on our side porch so Buddy would have a beautiful first Christmas. Unfortunately, the bliss of that Christmas could not last since I was running out of financial resources and my older sisters, Susan Williams Harrison, and Nancy Lord Williams Fabbri wanted to sell the house and get Cyndi(a) out of my life altogether. I will reiterate that depressing set of events later in a true downer post. One thing you can say for me, I am loyal to my current only three living loves, two human females, and one canine male. It is indeed bad that Cyndi(a) accidentally lost all the Christmas 2012 pictures of Buddy opening his presents.