Gary Overgard got in touch just as I was concluding I had no readers in Omaha. We had an excellent lunch along with Harpreet Singh, a quasi-reader (Gary forwards him my stuff on occasion; it’s been interesting meeting such 1-degree removed readers on the trip). Both are Smalltalk programmers, hence my amazingly clever joke.
Incidentally, Gary discovered my writing via his son. This might be the first two-generation reader family I’ve met.
Timing is everything. Apparently I do have a reader in St. Louis, but Akshita contacted me just a little too late, a few hours after I blew town.