We start on a sad Note: Yesterday, A WWII B-17 (bomber) flying with the Wings of Freedom Tour, crashed while trying to make an emergency landing at Bradley International Airport (BDL). BDL is about two miles from our house. As of the time I am writing this, 7 people have died and at least 9... Continue Reading →
Labor Day – Lessons
I began working for Airborne Freight as a “Methods Analyst” in 1978. My job was to find ways to improve business processes. As the new guy, I was given the job of planning the implementation of a computer system that had been designed by one of the senior analysts. The goal of the system was... Continue Reading →
Thursday Doors – New England Air Museum
Last Friday, our boss decided to close the office at noon to let us get an early start on a long holiday weekend. One of my coworkers was in town for the week from his normal remote office in Chicago. He was heading home Friday, but not at noon. Since I live at near the... Continue Reading →
Thursday Doors – Seattle Walk Personal
I’m gradually digging out from something that seemed like the flu and the chaos that it left behind where my week had been. In addition to having lots to do, I seem to still need about 23 hours of sleep a day. Fortunately, when I was in Seattle, Washington last September, I took a few... Continue Reading →
Got Chocolate Moo?
You may not have noticed, but, I normally stay far away from politics in these posts. It’s not that I don’t care. It’s not that I don’t have an opinion, but political issues are so divisive today that I don’t want to go there. Also, since my opinions drift from one end of the spectrum... Continue Reading →
My Encounters with Organized Labor
The first time I came face to face with the strength of organized labor was in the parking lot of Small Arms Manufacturing, a machine shop that made gun barrels near Pittsburgh. The night before, I had worked my first solo shift running the drills. The daytime driller met me in the parking lot with... Continue Reading →
Redefining Impossible
So, apparently I am at that age that when one starts thinking about someone from one’s distant past, chance are good that they have died. I was going through my notes for this post and I was pretty sure that I was spelling Roy Liljebeck’s name wrong. Unfortunately, I discovered the correct spelling in his... Continue Reading →