I do not count myself as one of the three guys in the title of this piece. There are two computers in question and it is the wireless connection between the two that has the problems.  You see, I wrote a number of essays on our trip to the wedding party in Barbados and I would like to send them to you for, of course, I think they are pretty good observations on the mores of vacations, Barbados and going to a wedding. The laptop that I brought with me to Barbados worked fine and I have some good essays hidden in it.  The problem is sending those essays to the printer that is attached to the Desktop – that stopped working the instant I returned to North Miami Beach.

One of the guys I would ordinarily go to for help is my son, the computer expert who lives three thousand miles away.  I did not want to bother him with this problem for he is touchy. Instead, I called upon my downstairs neighbor, Karel, who obligingly came up to inspect the outfit and perhaps, fix the problem.  It seems that Karel, who is a computer trouble-shooter for Florida International University, was overjoyed to see a problem that he had no answer for.  He stated he would have to go and do some research and come back at a later time, perhaps tomorrow.

Karel did not come back the next day nor the next until yesterday, which was almost a week later.  In between, I called the 800 number that Dell suggests one tries because the hardware is under warrantee.  Meanwhile, my wireless keyboard and mouse on the desktop began to do weird things.  I use this technical language for I find it hard to describe the many things that happen simultaneously using everyday terms.

I was lucky to get a technician on the phone who was one of the number who are on standby at all times in Bangalore, India to help those of us in the U.S. or, for that matter, any place in the world to fix Dell problems. This was a whole afternoon in trying to get past language and hearing problems and we had to leave the mess when our appointment time approached.  Later that night I called the third and least sanguine of the experts I was trying to co-opt in coaxing out the solution to why my laptop could not talk to my printer.

This was my son who is very exact in his language and he scorns my use of what I consider technical language in describing why the thing over in the other room cannot send messages to the machine sitting in front of me while I write this.

Our trip to Barbados and the news in my laptop is no longer fresh. Nor, am I.