The Royce Files

I was doing a little identity scouring on the web to ensure most of my real persona is obscured or at the very least knotted in a tight codified layer of mystery and came across this cryptic blog post from nearly 4 years ago. It would seem to be directed at me but what it really says I have yet to decipher. Nonetheless, I know the author. Some would say such a post would have been written under the influence of intoxicating beverages, but I know better. I worked with this fellow. We were programmers er a decade ago. He still is to some extent. I moved on. He moved and moved and came back. I believe he studied in Europe, got some kind of advanced degree in philosophy or theology, then returned to the states. Some of the greatest moments with this chap included some arcane comedic conversations. They were usually in the form of a dictated letter such as: Dear Mr. L___, It has come to my attention that your latest piece of code has been well received. Under code directive ...

Although this statue of a great Dark Ages leader who pretty much filled the political vacuum left by Charlemagne's progeny stands peering at the Sons of Norway, his name is no Ole or Sven. It's the a replica of a statue of Rollo or Rollon or numerous over R names used by the Scandinavian peoples of the time. Here's a little more about Rollo . There's a bit of speculation about him but enough information to determine he lived and was an ancestor of later British invaders- possibly William the Conqueror. Why this statue has stood someplace in town since 1912 is anybody's guess.