Little Fortran walks into the living room.
"Mom, dad. I have something important I need to tell you, but I'm scared you'll be mad at me"
"We'll still love you no matter what honey."
"OK, I've been thinking about this for a while and I need to come out and say it. Mom and dad, I'm a frontend developer"
"WHAT we will not tolerate that sort of removed in this house young man! Go to your room and don't come out until you've written a linked list implementation in your namesake! And no more talk of this front end stuff"
I had a friend in Argentina whose father was a Fortran programmer and teach him it since he was a kid. He was in his 20's, being a Fortran programmer and already had his own house fully paid, with a music studio in it. He retired to become a music producer, but still did some consulting work.
Good luck little Fortran, hope you can learn and enjoy your work.
My first cat was called Rails, but he scaped home to never be see again. The second Ruby, but she died the next day we adopted her. The third one, Rails 2, but we call him Rails because is shorter, he's 10 yo now.
Well in Poland we have so many girls named "Julia", so you know...
