Roscoe Gets His Nose Bloodied

Roscoe Gets His Nose Bloodied…

Roscoe and I were once again sitting around the pot-bellied stove, chewing the fat on a rainy Saturday. He had been working with a group of software engineers for about a year now and had had his first major slip. While I was not surprised that the inevitable had befallen Roscoe, I was interested in his post-mortem of this always-disappointing occurrence.