MOA RIP

Debbie and I had a long delayed getaway weekend starting the day after Thanksgiving.  We went to Minneapolis and stayed at a nice hotel across the street from the Mall of America (MOA).  A recent story in the news reminded me that I wanted to share our MOA experiences.  Here is the excerpt from the news item: “Authorities arrested at least nine people after a “series of fights” at the nation’s biggest shopping mall sent chairs flying and caused after-Christmas shoppers to flee, officials in Minnesota said Tuesday….Witnesses described a chaotic scene.”  Reports stated that up to 200 were involved in the fighting.

Memory Lane

(…Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs / Of every head he’s had the pleasure to have known …)

I was digging through some files stored on a file server at home.  After writing that last sentence it occurs to me that not everybody has an 8 terabyte Network Attached Server (NAS) at home. Today that seems like a lot of storage, in a few years not so much, and of course, the preferred storage method will be in the cloud.

(…And all the people that come and go / Stop and say hello..)

Anyway, I found bit and pieces of blog posts from 2005-2008. I cleaned up the formatting as well as I could and posted them by year.   I did not try to fix any hyperlinks.  Most of the links were to pictures on the old site that no longer exists.  The lack of links does not materially affect the context of the blogs – at least it did not for me.

(…On the corner is a banker with a motorcar / The little children laugh at him behind his back / And the banker never wears a mac in the pouring rain / Very strange…)


Jackson Paul Lane holding Hunter Dean Johnson

And what a busy time in my family’s life!  Concerts from Herman’s Hermits (Peter Noone liked my Beatles tie and said he would mention it to Sir Paul), Paul Revere, Rockapella, Tom Petty, John Prine, Billy Joel, Crosby, Stills and Nash, Garrison Keillor, Lucinda Williams, and Sir Paul McCartney, visits and visitors, trips to dozens of states and a few countries, a birth (Hunter), deaths (Jean, Louise, Norbert, and Toni’s mother), numerous graduations, my flying lessons and the varied but glorious trials and tribulations of everyday life. I hope we pass the test!

(…Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes /  Wet beneath the blue suburban skies / I sit and meanwhile back in…)

I will post more oldies as I find them.

Merge Left

My mother, Merge Conroy, died October 20, 2011 in Phoenix, AZ. It was not an unexpected death and she had been preparing for it for several years. Merge transcended the sometimes stoic, and often painful, process of dying with a peaceful acceptance of the inevitable. Her powerful proof of personal courage was a final lesson and gracious gift to her children. Thanks Mom!

Her passing was made easier for me by the company of my sister Deb and her husband (and my brother from another mother) Ray, my brother Dan and baby brother Bill. Deb and Ray spent many months in Arizona caring for Merge while we all were together most of the last five weeks. It was a special time that will always be fondly remembered and appreciated by us all. Dan, Bill and I also appreciate that our spouses, Bonnie, Toni and Debbie kept the home fires burning and a couple of businesses efficiently humming while we were away.

Here is the obituary that was published in her hometown newspaper, The Daily Jeffersonian of Cambridge, OH.:

MIA

I voted in the Iowa Straw Poll and have the blue ink on my index finger to prove it. It was not easy to be part of this event. I had to endure a three mile shuttle bus ride from the east side of Ames to the parking lot by Hilton Coliseum. Fortunately the bus was air conditioned or the ride would have been unbearable in the 70 degree heat. The wide cushioned seats were a nice touch too. Upon exiting the bus I was handed a $30 admission ticket, some leaflets and a t-shirt – all for free.

After a short briefing I was free to visit the various venues set up by the candidates.  National media and international media were swarming the grounds so I played a game to get into the background of live camera shots.  (Hi Ma!)

Then it took a bad turn. There was food everywhere! There was BBQ from Famous Dave’s, pizza from Godfathers and ice cream from Dairy Queen just to name a few of the options. Did I mention it was all free? How could I stay on my diet with so much free food available for the taking? I made my food choices, listened to the candidates’ speeches and actually met a few of them.

Finally I found time to vote. Walking out of the voting area I was required to dip my finger in blue ink. I suppose it was to discourage people from voting more than once.  Then it hit me. The ink on my finger reminded of the iconic picture of an Iraqi woman that had voted and held up her purple stained finger with a look of pride that only comes with true achievement.

She likely risked her life to vote. There was no bus, no free food and no clowning around for the press. In fact, the picture made her more of a target for reprisals. So why did only 16,000 voters participate in the Iowa Straw Poll? If an apathetic people get the government they deserve then we are in trouble!

Turning into a Smurf - Photo by Luis Rivas

Ich bin ein Iowan!

I went to the Iowa State Fair today along with 104,621 other paid attendees plus fair workers and vendors. Between sightings of four presidential candidates I kept running into people I know. 

I got to thinking I could pass for a native Iowan as well as I have the layout of the fairgrounds memorized. 

When the National Weather Service reports Iowa counties under the threat of severe weather I no longer need a map to know where they are located. 

I am going to The Iowa Straw Poll tomorrow in Ames. I have become an Iowan.

I was born in Ravena, Ohio in 1953 and moved into 1980 Hanover St, Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio before my first birthday. In 1963 we moved to Villa Park, Illinois followed by a move to Oak Park, Michigan in 1964. 1965 had a move to Mount Clemens MI, 1966 on to Royal Oak, MI and in 1967 to Beverly Hills, MI and then on to a second house in Beverly Hills in 1969. My last move during high school was to Hazel Park, MI in 1971. My first house on my own was also in Hazel Park, MI then in 1979 I moved to Carlisle, Iowa to work in the Preferred Risk Home Office. Preferred Risk transferred me to Clovis, California in 1989 and then back to Iowa in 1993. Iowa locations after the 1993 return included Waukee, Urbandale and now West Des Moines. 

So adding it up and listing it in ascending order: Illinois 1 year; California 4 years; Ohio 10 years; Michigan 16 years; and Iowa 28 years. So with apologies to JFK: Ich bin ein Iowan!

Who is Jack Martinez?

“Cloud computing” or “in the cloud” are phrases that I read almost every day now that many major technology companies have embraced this as their business model.  On the surface the concept is simple: all applications and data are hosted in secure data centers and user access is over a broadband Internet connection.

When I hear about clouds I think about something I have first noticed decades ago: that most people already live in a cloud.  They go through the motions of living but it appears as if outside forces are pulling their strings. Commons symptoms include: following the crowd, keeping up with Joneses, believing that reality TV is real, lacking any substantial interest in current news unless it involves a celebrity, and a general lack of curiosity about the world around us. 

Picture in your mind a football field with thousands of people standing, sitting, and moving about the field through a low fog bank that is spreading over the field.  Now notice a handful of them showing through the mist.  These are the “John Galts” that can come into our lives if we ourselves are aware.

Running into these people can greatly enhance our lives.  I am having lunch with one of them on Friday.  His name is Jack Martinez.  And today I traded e-mails with a great thinker – Charles Carroll.  Across the hall from my office is Debbie’s office, my spouse who challenges, inspires, and teaches me so much.  Now all I need is a call from Mikey!

In Spite of Ourselves

John Prine 2011 - photo by Bob Conroy

Debbie and I went to the John Prine with Iris Dement Concert at the Des Moines Civic Center last night. It was a very enjoyable event.  Dement did a 40-minute set and Prine did a non-stop two hours.  

Such talent!  Turns out that Dement is married to Iowa’s Greg Brown and he came on stage for the encore which, of course, was “Paradise”.

We planned to go out to dinner before the concert but did not preset the location so it turned into “Where do you want to go eat ?” followed by the required rejoinder “I don’t care, where do you want to go eat?”  We exchanged this several times, trading roles each time but getting no closer to a final answer.  Finally, we talked ourselves into Jethro’s BBQ by Drake University on the theory that school is out so it would not be too crowded.  Epic fail!  As we pulled into the parking lot there were aging frat boys spilling out into the parking lot, beers in hand. (btw, just when did a punk with a beer get labeled a “Young Professional” or “YP”? )

Iris Dement and John Prine 2011 - photo by Bob Conroy

Jethro’s was too loud for us from the parking lot, never mind going inside, so we headed downtown and figured we would have an extemporaneous dining experience also known as winging it.  After an interesting drive down University Ave to 6th Ave we arrived at the Civic Center.  Where do you want to go eat?” followed by the required rejoinder “I don’t care, where do you want to go eat?” morphed into “Where do you want to park?” followed by the required rejoinder “I don’t care, where do you want to park?”  We ended up parking a block north of the Civic Center after three scoops of the loop.

Ramblin’ Man

No theme to this post, just a bit of stream of consciousness that has been carefully edited to protect the guilty.

She did it… Our big news since my last post is that Debbie retired from her corporate job and is now working full-time at our agency!   Her last few months were hectic as she valiantly tried to transfer years of experience, judgment and wisdom unto half a dozen people, all of whom already had full plates.  Such is the state of the corporate world these days.  Being able to “retire” (defined here as getting retirement benefits) on her 55th birthday was a great reward for her years of planning, budgeting and faithful adherence to our long term goals.  She has jumped into our new agency and is already running quotes, learning our agency management system (AMS 360), and decompressing from the corporate “bends”.

Legos and Waffles… We had a great, albeit hectic, week with the grandkids.  It was the same week Debbie retired and started working in the agency.  There were a lot of “have to’s” and the kids were troopers when required.  Such a delight they are in our lives.

Two years = a lifetime… At least it does to Garmin.  I bought a lifetime subscription for traffic and news on a Garmin GPS a few years ago.   They have discontinued the service and told me that since I had over two years of service they owed me nothing.  I owe them nothing except to tell others the truth about how little they value their customers.

Bakeesh

Photo by Bob Conroy

On one of my trips to Lincoln I caught a postal worker doing a shake down at Culvers in Council Bluffs.  It was after the lunch rush and the counter staff was getting a little break.  I ordered my Butter Burger with fries and a coffee to go and waited while the staff chatted.  

The postal worker, a 50ish man with thin graying hair and an oversized belly, entered the restaurant and announces they had no mail today.  There was no immediate response from the staff so he asked if they had any outgoing mail and they did not.  He just stood there and finally one of the staff asked if he wanted to “try” the flavor of the day.  Two minutes later he was devouring a scoop of free custard.  

No money was exchanged and it had the look of a regular event.

The Best Laid Schemes o’ Mice an’ Men, Gang Aft Agley

I made four trips between Lincoln and Des Moines in four days.  We both were signed up for a three-day insurance class in Lincoln that Debbie needed to do before her birthday.  The original plan was to leave Des Moines early on Tuesday and spend half of the day in Omaha and Lincoln.  When the class ended on Friday we planned to go to Kearny, NE to see the Lanes.  Then Joey’s graduation party got scheduled on Sunday.

No Problem – We could come home early on Sunday.  Then Katie wanted to meet in Omaha on Friday and do the zoo on Saturday.  No Problem – We could stay in Omaha and be closer to home for the party on Sunday.   Then I noticed that my calendars did not sync the Iowa Insurance Hall of Fame Dinner on Wednesday night at Drake University in Des Moines.  As a board member and the official “audiovisual boy” I had to attend.

Be Prepared

I am writing this a few days after a major earthquake and tsunami devastated parts of Japan. How tragic and painful it must be for the millions of people immediately affected.  I cannot wrap my head around the scope of this tragedy. Ultimately it will affect everyone in the world economically, ecologically and geologically.

The price of oil, already under pressure by the unrest in the Middle East, will continue to climb to new highs as nuclear energy will be a less attractive energy source due to a backlash of public opinion.  Ironically what is learned from the aftermath of the Japanese event will allow nuclear plants to be better designed, and eventually more common, because there are few alternatives to them.  Sure we can continue to turn corn into ethanol, creating less energy than used to create it, while millions starve around the world.  (I think I just described a Malthusian-based Ponzi scheme.)  Numerous governments will be destabilized as prices rise and hungry people with no hope rise up against them.

The environmental impact of the reactors that are melting down is yet to play out.  Variables include the length of time before the cores are cooled and the short-term weather patterns.  A northeastern wind would put the fallout over 30+ million people around Tokyo.  Where is the radioactive sea water used to cool the reactors going?  I have yet to see a news report that mentions that nuclear fallout is headed to the United States. With apologies to Frank Zappa: “Watch out where the huskies go and don’t you eat that glowing snow.”

The quake actually moved Japan eight feet and affected the tilt of the earth on its axis. Nothing happens in a vacuum and the shifting plates will have some unknown impact on California’s San Andres Fault and even the giant magma pool under Yellowstone National Park.

There is nothing we can do about stopping any of these events but we can prepare for the aftermath.  Do you have emergency supplies in your home?  This should include water, food, a radio, batteries, a power generator and first aid kits.   Here is a link to a FEMA web site that gives recommendations of what you should have to be ready:  http://www.ready.gov/america/getakit/.

So if you cannot be trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean and reverent at least be prepared!