August 2006
Intermediate to advanced
432 pages
7h 59m
English
At one time in my career, I was a consultant, or, if you prefer, a hired gun. My job was to ride into town, clean up things, and then ride off into the sunset. It was like being a Wild West hero, just me and my horse—alright, just me and my little blue car. Please believe me when I say that I ride like the late movie star Lee Marvin; have you ever seen Cat Balloo? If you haven’t, let’s just say that my posture in the saddle isn’t the best.
The reason that I bring this up is that, like those heroes of old, I lived by my wits, or approximately half of my wits, and what I could carry with me. However, instead of a Colt Dragoon, I carried a laptop loaded with every little tool I had ever written or downloaded. ...
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