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Feature Article by Paul Rosenberg
I got an email from my old friend Dick not too long ago – maybe the smartest guy I ever met, and I've known a lot of smart guys. He was coming through town and we decided to meet at our old hangout, Jay's Bar.
Dick was from California, but he came through Chicago every now and then back in the 90s, and he often joined our cypherpunk hangout in the back room at Jay's.
At the appointed time, I met him in front of Jay's and we walked in together. It was still afternoon and there weren't too many customers.
Jay was behind the bar, making sure everything was ready for the evening rush. His face lit up when he saw Dick. "Hey, mister Viking, I not see you for a long time!"
Jay always called Dick "the Viking," which he really did resemble back then. I left Dick and Jay to talk for a few minutes and sat down at the other end of the bar and ordered a couple of drinks from Jamie, the daytime bartender.
After a couple minutes, some rando
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