who just would sketch out these structures of what would eventually become a worldwide network, and sketching things on the back of napkins and on note papers and arguing over dinner at Howard Johnson's -- on Route 128 in Lexington, Massachusetts, just two miles from where I was studying the Queen's Gambit Deferred and listening to Gladys Knight &amp; the Pips singing "Midnight Train to Georgia," while --  -- in my dad's big easy chair, you know?
Zij schetsen die structuur van wat nu een wereldwijd netwerk is op de achterkant van servetten, tijdens het avondeten in het restaurant op Route 128 in Lexington, Massachusetts, waar ik even verderop leerde schaken en naar Gladys Knight &amp; the Pips luisterde "Midnight Train to Georgia"  in de luie stoel van mijn vader.