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!