The boys like seeing their daddy at work and iChat doesn't always satisfy them, even though daddy makes great funny faces. The video is jerky and slow. The echo is annoying.

Last Friday, Good Friday in fact, was an ideal time for an office visit with the kids because just about everyone was out for holiday, either for Pesach or for Pascha. Many of the women programmers are Orthodox; their husbands study full-time in Lakewood where now, I think, is located the largest yeshiva in the area.

His office building used to be rented by AT&T. I worked there for a year, in the front of the building, that is, before our "SmartPhone" project was cancelled and we all had to find other positions. Jeff's offices are in the back where I hardly ever went. It seemed dark and creepy back there, very little sunlight and mostly lab space. During our time there, we called it "the sewer". And, compared to Holmdel, it was.

Of course, there were other occupants inbetween AT&T and Jeff's employer -- this is all going back more than ten years -- and the interior has been reconfigured time after time to suit the occupants. Jeff more or less actively pursued getting the space when the team moved out of Lakewood. He thought it would be ironic or poetic to return to the former AT&T space. The way that things are set up right now, there is a row of private offices along the back wall and then a sea of cubes in the main area and then, along the other wall, conference rooms and, of course, computer lab space and storage.

The boys ran up and down the cube aisles. They tired themselves out and slept well that night. As we were getting ready to leave, one co-worker commented on the boys coats. I hadn't really noticed but they were primary colors. The eldest has always been blue, first boy and all that. Blue is his color, matches his eyes. The second, in contrast, is usually red. It matches his fiery personality and, so far, he is the odd man out usually. And the third one, again to be different from the other two, is usually yellow. Yellow happens to look good on him, too. I mean, at some level, it might have been conscious but I tend to forget trivial stuff like that.