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Dayton Ohio Memories

The Mirror and the Boxcar

When the plane started circling, I needed to disappear.

I was just goofing around on my own with an army surplus signaling mirror in our treeless backyard in Kettering. A thick piece of bright rectangular glass with an opening in the middle where light could shine through a cross. To signal you had to line up the light shining through with the opening.

Living close to Wright-Patterson, C-119 Flying Boxcars were a common sight. I could hear one coming before I could see it. I turned and scanned the sky. There it was.

Maybe this was worth a try. What did it even mean?

I held it up, aimed and hoped.

Then I saw it. The plane started a turn to the left. Uh oh.

I didn’t want to be reported. I ran into the woods behind our house. I watched and waited.

The circle completed. The boxcar flew on.

I walked back into the house and put the mirror back on the chest of drawers in my bedroom.

I never told anyone. Not even you.

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Books

The Observer Observed

I first encountered Susan Orlean not in person, but in the ashes. Specifically, the ashes of the Los Angeles Central Library. Reading The Library Book was a masterclass in how to weave a forensic investigation with a love letter to a public institution. It was reportage, but it possessed a beating heart. She has spent decades at The New Yorker perfecting the art of the “curious observer”—the person standing just to the side of the frame, noticing the detail everyone else missed.

That is why picking up Joyride felt different.

In a memoir, the observer must finally step in front of the lens. The transition from The Library Book—which is about the preservation of collective memory—to Joyride—which is about the fluidity of personal memory—is a fascinating shift. When a journalist writes a memoir, there is often a tension. They are used to looking outward, hunting for the story in orchids or arsonists. Turning that gaze inward requires a different kind of bravery.

“A commute has a destination; a joyride has only a duration.”

The title itself suggests a specific philosophy of living. It implies that the movement itself is the point. As I read, I found myself thinking about the difference between navigating a life and simply driving through it. Orlean captures that distinct feeling of the wind in your hair, the blur of the scenery, and the realization that the “plot” of our lives is often just the things that happen while we are busy steering.

We read writers like Orlean not just for what they saw, but for how they saw it. In Joyride, she reminds us that the most interesting routes are rarely the most direct ones. A great read!

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Apple Living

Make It Great

In the car this morning, I listened to the 5by5 special podcast Thank You, Steve Jobs with its series of personal stories and tributes to the man. It’s a wonderful collection of reflections.

As I was listening, I was thinking back to the late 1980’s when, through some random combination of events, I ended up spending about a half hour with Steve Jobs one on one. The scene was a conference room at Steve’s then-new NeXT in Redwood City, down by the big salt pile off Seaport Boulevard. His purpose was to show me NeXTSTEP and how easy it was to develop applications in this new environment. I remember being blown away by the demo – just another one of his amazing performances. I never met him again.

Over the weekend, I came across a link to the Pixar home page and their tribute to Steve Jobs. It brought to mind perhaps the most recurring theme I’ve taken away from this man: Make it great. Or, with emphasis, make it insanely great.

A while back I wrote about “is this the best you can do?” Make it great ensures that it is. Great isn’t perfect – but it’s pretty darn close.