"Can I work on your computer, Dad?"
It was a question I had expected to hear sometime from my inquisitive 4 1/2 year-old son. He had sat with me in our basement office many times, watching me hammer out the minutes for a township trustee's meeting or crunching numbers in a database for calculating my pick-up truck's fuel economy. Now he wanted to do the same.
"Let me check with our computer guy at work," I said, stalling the inevitable.
The next day, computer guy Brian Houghtby told me, "Sure, let him play with it." And to berate my use of an antiquated operating system, he added, "You're still running DOS, he won't hurt it." By that evening, Ben was happily typing away, filling a blank computer screen with "words" and "calculations."