The Lost Generation. May 2025. We moved around a lot when I was young. I was in 5th grade before I'd attended the same school two years in a row. Consequently the abode to which I emotionally anchored as home was not the untrustworthy locale of my parents' dwelling, but the permanence I found in my grandparents' homes, respectively in Carlisle, South Carolina and Tucker, Georgia. Read more.

Comfort. September 2024. In August of 2004 my wife and I attended a Natalie Merchant concert at a small Northern California winery. Her 2001 album "Motherland" hit big, leading to a worldwide stadium tour. The audience in this smaller venue was eager for a reprise of that earlier material. Read more.

The Mysteries of Aging. September 2024. I am 64 years old. That's the first time I've said that out loud on LinkedIn. Based on my health, energy, and fitness routine, I feel I easily have another decade of high performance work ahead of me, maybe more. In tech, that's an eternity. Read more.

The Power of Showing Up. July 2024. I'm a mediocre distance runner. I run 10Ks, a 12K (thank you Spokane for that weird distance), half marathons, marathons, and 50K ultra marathons. My most satisfying distance is the 50K, but apparently I'm most performant at 10K, where I'm in the 50th percentile for my age group. Read more.

Memorial Day. May 2024. I belong to that narrow generation (about 3 years, I believe) of people too young to register for the Vietnam War era draft, but too old to be required to register for modern Selective Service. So when I think about Memorial Day, I mostly think in terms of the Vietnam War. My older friends and relatives, my friends' older brothers, all have been deeply affected by that war. Two people in particular are in my thoughts this day. Read more.