At last report I was 78 and had a wife (Becky), son (John), daughter (Karin), and three grandsons. As Karin pointed out to me several birthdays back, at least I can no longer die young.
I spent 29 years working for IBM (programmer, manager, educator) at assorted places around the USA. Eventually we decided Austin was perfect and dug in our heels; we’ve been here since 1975. After retiring from IBM, I taught Computer Science at Huston-Tillotson University here in Austin for eight years before retiring from there also. I kept telling everyone that I was taking a few years off before finding another employer to retire from someday, but I suppose I didn’t fool anybody.
I have a degree in Astrophysics which, unfortunately, I’ve never used professionally. Go look here or here to see what I missed. Sigh.... This sonnet about the power of mathematics is one I’ve treasured ever since college. It was written by the author of my Freshman Calculus text!
My religious preferences are Ubuntu Linux, KDE, and Emacs.
When not playing with my computers (six of them on the home network at the moment, counting a Raspberry Pi but not counting three Kindles and two smartphones) or cameras (I’m a semi-pro portrait photographer, with a studio in my home), the rest of my waking hours are usually spent reading anything that will hold still. As far as I’m concerned, the great tragedy of my life is that there are books out there I’ll never have a chance to read. My best guess is that I have averaged reading one book per day since I was five years old — something over 26,000 books.
Here is your second chance to check out my page on word origins.)
Becky is joyfully retired after forty years of teaching sixth-grade English. We have been perfectly compatible for 54 years except that she leaves the car radio on C&W and I have to reset it to classical. Her web page is (or will be) here. Between us, we have the house so full of books that a few years ago we actually made measurements to ensure that the available wallspace for bookshelves would accomodate our probable lifespans. Fortunately, the explosion of e-books means we will not have to buy a larger house. (I may be the only person in the world who is in actual danger of maxing out the memory of his Kindle, though.)
John is employed by the University of Texas and is happily single. If his apartment building offered free laundry and free Sunday dinners, I’m not sure we’d ever see him.
Once upon a time that was not a problem with his sister: sixteen years or so ago, Karin and the three kids stayed with us for over a year while her husband SFC Steve Mohacey and his saxophone were stationed with the Army in Seoul, Korea. Karin was also going to school full time; she’s about three quarters of the way through a degree in math. After Steve got home again, one and all went up the road to Fort Hood where he did his thing for the First Cavalry band.
If you’ve been following closely, you have deduced that my wife and daughter were both otherwise occupied and that Grandpa was trapped at home with the little ones for a year, right? Right.
Unfortunately, the Army dealeth and the Army taketh away, so here’s the saga of the Mohacey migrations over the past decade or so:
Their boys are Stephen III (twenty-six), John, aka Jack (twenty-four), and Alex (twenty). Take my word for it, they are the brightest and most personable kids in the known universe, which demonstrates that Heredity Really Works. Stephen graduated from the University of Texas-San Antonio with a degree in Music Theory and is saving money for graduate school. Jack just graduated Cum Laude from UTSA with a degree in history, while Alex graduated Summa Cum Laude from a Science and Engineering magnet high school in San Antonio and is a sophomore at the University of Texas, planning a double major in Physics and Math. Alex is living with us so far. (We're close to a UT shuttle bus stop, and we're a lot cheaper and quieter than the dorm.)
If you’re curious about Steve’s jazz music, here’s a link to his MySpace page.
Since our family name is unusual enough for me to be asked the question now and then, yes, Dan Dierdorf the recently-retired CBS (nee ABC) TV sports announcer and NFL Hall of Fame offensive tackle is my brother. He’s nine years younger, and we’re easy to tell apart. He’s the large Dierdorf (6'-4", 300-pounds when he was in the NFL) with hair, and I’m the small (6'-1", 230-pound) bald one. I was the only eighteen-year-old in Canton, Ohio who was afraid to pick a fight with his nine-year-old brother!
Here’s your chance to see some Family snapshots. Note that unlike real life, at least here in cyberspace I give you a choice! If you have a strong stomach, you also can check here for my redefinition of "surfing the web" in comfort. (If you are my life insurance agent and got nervous looking at that picture, please check here for reassurance.)
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Last modified: Thu Nov 03 13:08:43 CDT 2016