My Name is Peary Perry …

 and I have something to say

 

 

 

This is My Story

In order to clear up any future confusion, let’s take a moment and let me explain who I am and why I write these columns each and every week. First off, I was born at a very early age. I arrived in this world with very little and still have most of it. It The big war (WWII) was going on and according to my parents, names were being rationed out. My Mom was kind of slow and couldn’t run very fast. I guess by the time she got down to the Federal Bureau of Names, all of the Johns, Jims, and Davids were gone. That was her story and she stuck with it.

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Timbuktu Places its Trust in Peary Perry

After fifteen long years of writing these columns, I'm sad to report this will probably be my last. Yes, friends, my ship has finally arrived. I've hit the big time. Sayonara to work and toiling at the daily grind. I'll send you cards as soon as I get settled in my...

Voice Mail

The agonies of voice mail...   So, this being the week before Christmas, I should write something snappy and dealing with the holidays and all that stuff.   Instead, I'd like to use this time to make my annual plea and whine about the agonies of voice mail. In the old...

Handhelds

You know sometimes there are things out there that we should not try to improve upon. For example, whoever the first guy was that invented fire. Now, that was a great tool that hasn't been improved since the dawn of mankind. Can't improve on it can we' But really'...