Harry Higgens leaves the Second Millennium for the Third Millennium next Sunday, Jan. 1, 2000.
Harry is Y2K compliant--free of viruses, glitches and gremlins. He is still full of vinegar, however, anxious to tilt at more windmills and windbags in the 21st Century.
Does anyone care? Probably not. Harry's cyber rants compete for attention with millions of glitzy websites around the world.
Harry's weekly ravings serve only to get things off his chest, to set the record straight, to unsettle the settled. You get the picture.
Or are his rages and plaints merely symbolic of the 1950s generation trying to keep up with modern technologies? That's also part of it.
The bottom line is this: No longer does Harry have to say: "I wish I'd said that."(26 DECEMBER 99)
