Saturday, January 30, 2016

 Just Plain Bill
“Away from greatness…”

I remember clearly where I was on January 28th, 1986, when the Challenger space shuttle exploded shortly after launch, as time seemed to stand still, and when I found myself crying and repeating, “no, no, no…!”

I was starting a drive from Ontario to Costa Mesa, in southern California. I had just pulled away from the motel where I was staying when I heard the bulletin on the car radio. I had to pull over for a while so I could achieve some sense of calm in the face of such a tragedy.

I was fixated on the radio reports of what had happened, fixated so much that I found myself entering the city limits of San Bernardino. I had missed the turnoff that would have taken me to my destination in Costa Mesa. I was so upset that I wouldn’t have been of much value at the meeting I’d been scheduled to attend anyway. I was in no shape to be productive.

Years after the tragedy, a video was published that used the Challenger explosion as an example of what’s called Groupthink, the term used to describe the desire to preserve harmony, stifling the desire to present a contrarian viewpoint, experiencing the fear of “speaking out” in the presence of intense pressure to go along. A quote from the investigation stated the following: “…NASA's organizational culture and decision-making processes had been key contributing factors to the accident.”

Over the years, I’ve gained a reputation of “speaking my mind”. The reputation has its roots in my first job after college. I questioned the reasoning of the CEO of my organization concerning the supposed behavior of our foreign exchange professional – which led the CEO to accuse him of inappropriate behavior based solely on one or two rumors that had been circulating. I commented that further investigation would be in order to validate the rumors, especially since the matter at hand was not a threat in any way. After a few grumblings, my CEO agreed, and I was volunteered to lead the information gathering process – which resulted in a full exoneration of the accused. 

The Groupthink video is outstanding. It’s been used as a focal point in workshops on management effectiveness. In the video, there is a conversation that was reported to have taken place. The scientist, played by Peter Boyle, stated that going along with the Challenger launch would be “…away from greatness.”

That statement has stuck with me over the years, and I’ve used it in more than a few discussions where the minority viewpoint was being steamrolled.

That tragedy was a low point for the forced decisions that are all too common to this day. 

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Just Plain Bill
Ever wonder why…?

Ever wonder why something is so? Well, I had one of those “wonder why” questions answered in a recent edition of the Huffington Post.

I’ve been flying ever since I took a flight from Oakland to San Diego on a Pacific Southwest Airlines plane, down to boot camp in San Diego in 1957. At that time, and up to just a few years ago the airplane windows were square, and then they were rounded.

A simple difference, yet, as the article indicates, the change had a major impact on the overall aerodynamic efficiency of aircraft.

It’s comforting to know there are folks attending to identifying the causes of accidents, and the how their findings make my life in the sky a little safer!

Next, I’ll look for answers to other questions, such as -

·       How does the thermos bottle know whether to keep the
beverage poured into it either hot or cold?

Do you know?


Up, up and away…

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Just Plain Bill

Size 15 Shoes


What’s a size 15 basketball shoe doing in my closet? Especially since I wear a size 7 1/2 shoe?

You can probably surmise that with my shoe size, my accompanying small stature would not lend itself to being a talented basketball player. Even more, I lacked the extreme coordination or dribbling skills required to overcompensate for my vertical challenges.  

I’m not really sure why I thought those shoes would be a good investment, although in spite of my small stature and a general lack of coordination, I do love basketball. I see it as one of the most graceful, yet physically demanding games one might play. Speed, agility, jumping ability, intelligence, and strength all play a part in doing well in the sport.

So whose shoes were the ones I decided to bid on (and win) at a local school fundraiser? They belonged to Lisa Leslie, a star in the Women’s National Basketball Association (WNBA), and the first WNBA player to dunk a basketball in a professional game.

I occasionally tease myself by asking – “Self? If I was 6 feet 5 inches tall instead of barely 5 feet 6 inches tall, might I have been able to at least “fit” into Lisa’s shoes?”

Fortunately, I found that I could excel in other sports “more my size”. My skills in college wrestling and gymnastics tumbling allowed me to feel both the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat.

I’ve heard it said that the only true defeat is to not have competed at all. I can feel satisfaction as a sports nut to have “put it all out there” on all fields of competition.






Saturday, January 9, 2016


Just Plain Bill

My Cat Can Read My Mind

We’ve had one or more cats over the past 22 years. I firmly believe that Luke, our 16-year-old, can actually read my mind. Besides his telepathic prowess, he’s also able to train me to do his bidding, especially when it comes to playing with him. Since Luke only has one front tooth, his attacks are less than dangerous, but it’s a treat to observe the hint of a grin when he causes me to pull back from him and say “ouch.” He also looks for any opening to sit in my chair once I get up for any reason. (Of course I find somewhere else to sit.)

I’ve heard that one trains a dog, but feeds a cat. In Luke’s case, he has been trained to make sure I’m awake soon after 5:00 AM – which can cause a problem when the time changes twice a year. Who’s training whom? He also tends to get “under foot” whenever I happen to get up in the dark of night, when I can’t discern his black fur from any other shadow. I thought that’s what dogs did, especially our Abbie, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel who blessed us for 11 wonderful years.

I’d better stop now. I refuse to make eye contact, but I’m sure Luke is looking at me with that suspicious, yellow-hued eye stare of his, as he most likely doesn’t like that I’m talking about him…

Saturday, January 2, 2016


Just Plain Bill
Growing Up while Growing Old

The other day, I was feeling quite good about my work in a new and challenging job, where I’m surrounded by more talented and motivated managers and colleagues than I ever could have imagined.  I am truly blessed to be able to draw on my wealth and depth of experiences and accomplishments to contribute to mission-critical projects in a cutting-edge software company. Working in concert with professionals from four other generations – Millennials, Gen Y, Gen X, and Boomers – with little lost in translation – is a testament to the incredible value of staying current and connected over five decades.

I’m not a technical master by any means, but as computers have evolved since my first use of punch cards and the massive mainframe TRS-80s Commodore dial-up and my first purchase of an Apple IIE, so has my acceptance and comfort evolved with each succeeding generation of computers.

When I resumed teaching elementary school children just over six months ago after a hiatus of 33+ years, my loves for learning and teaching were rekindled and initiated a quantum leap, especially since I’m at the age that is well into the usual retirement chapter of most other professionals’ lives.

Not me. I wouldn’t know what do to if I couldn’t engage and facilitate – and continue to grow!

It’s a great way to end another year, and I wish as much for you all…