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*** April 17

Last night I sent in my acceptance to Harvard. I will be trying to understand that decision better but I know that I cannot stay here. I must go to Harvard. I just remembered the time at Christmas 1974, when MicroSoft was forming and Paul asked me if I had any interest in software. I said no and indicated I wanted to go to Harvard. I guess I'm just following through now. I cannot because the process of applying seemed so holy and meaningful. And I don't like MicroSoft work or the offices. Bill even said I could get the corner office of the new part of MicroSoft. But it seems so distant and it is so quiet. (Nothing can beat the corner office in ABQ, or better for me even was the last office I had in ABQ. It was so excellent.) Also, whenever I think of something as complex as redoing COBOL for a 16-bit computer and Paul and Bill making a million off of them, I have a very sad heart.

Yesterday I deposited proceeds from sales of stocks. It caused me to think about them again. My thoughts on the 2000 Timb and 200 Commo are still as they were. And from the 1000 Timb I learned to diversify ($375)