R.I.P., Alan Shugart

Rest in peace, Alan Shugart.
O Father of the disk drive,
O surfer of waves,
O wearer of colorful Hawaiian shirts, you
were both floppy & hard,
and well-loved at Seagate.
Until they threw you out.
Are you kind? I once asked you
when there was no weed anywhere
and you said sure come down &
gave me that incredible homegrown
from your friend’s farm in Scotts Valley.
Jon Ive called you scuzzy.
A bit unfair of him, in my
opinion. Though you did make
your dog run for Congress.
He was Ernest.
You were not.