by Charles Heck
I was sitting in the IBM atrium garden quietly reading a newspaper when two IBM security guards came up to me. They said to me that I have been sitting in there long enough and told me that I had to leave. I refused to leave. I told them that when I’m good and ready to pick up my things and finish reading the newspaper that I would gladly comply with their urgent request. They again told me to leave, but this time they added that if I refused to immediately leave, that they would call the police. I refused to leave.