Memnison Journal

Actually, it’s pretty bone dry in the basement, and just laying out the stuff so it can rapidly dry seems to be making a LOT of headway.  Yeah, it’s not going to be as neat to store, but the entire idea was to scan the suckers and pitch them afterwards, so that the only copy [...]

The real thing is that if you are living a digitized life, you need to be able to make sure of two things:  enough space for all of those things you’re storing, and a way to find it later.
And, of course, the same is true of any library or other paper system.  People looking at [...]

My main computer (the one on my desktop) has been giving me fits for a number of reasons, one big one being storage space - and the lack of it.  I have too much stuff, and one drive that was supposed to be an archive drive has been giving me fits along the lines of [...]

Me: Nothing really to report on the health front; a lot of juggling on doctors visits of various sorts, and starting to seriously get involved in the work front again. I’m spending a huge amount of personal time on the basement - Susan’s Memorial Day deadline for cleaning it out is one I’m taking quite [...]

Susan and my first Christmas letter. 

Attached to a quit-claim deed to the house in Milwaukee.   Patsy Murphy was Deirdre’s aunt and the holder of the mortgage on that house, which was about to be sold to Tim “Wabbit” Haas.

Distributed by Marlyce and Carol at Susan and my wedding in 1994.   Some of the details are incorrect; the dolphin’s name was Donny, for instance.

One of the main participants in the conflict over APA-69 writes in; he’s about to join a new apa that I’m heavily involved with, and he wants to settle old quarrels between us.   A seriously class act.

…at my apartment on Kenmore, the last place I lived in the city of Chicago.

A rare letter from my Mom’s half-brother, my Uncle Bill.  A seriously sweet guy to me.