My grandson and I built a weather station on the terrace. He wrote the Python, I wrote the SQL, and the rain did the rest.
Dear friends, Some of you have read my long stories about the bank. This one is shorter, and happier, and I hope you will forgive an old man for being a little proud. My grandson Vignesh is fourteen. He lives with us in Chennai while his parents work in Bengaluru, and for most of last year our relationship consisted of me asking him to put his phone down and him explaining to me, very patiently, that Python is…