The future … tomorrow … not the day after

Life is good on most days. Seems though that change is constant.

Change doesn’t bother me. I expect change. I expect lots of change. I expect change at speeds that may seem to overwhelm and to even create obsolescence of products, skills and organization.

We may not be able to stop change but we can channel its energy.

The video below is by Microsoft and presents a vision of information interaction within the near future – less than five years from now. Most of the concepts envisioned already exist so … prepare for change.

Thanks to Shane Brooks for bringing this video to my attention.

Toy Soldiers – November 8th, 1965

I joined the Army at the end of the Viet Nam war in 1974.

Was still in high school when I joined in January 1974, and entered service on July 5th, 1974.

Viet Nam had been part of the news ever since I started school back in 1962.

Growing up as a child, the war lived on the news each night. We sometimes forget that it wasn’t so long ago that MANY soldiers died daily. I can remember news footage of fighting and always, ALWAYS, images of casualties being hurriedly carried away for aid or for protection.

In late 1964 or early 1965, I remember playing toy soldiers out by the back fence. The neighbor’s flower bed ran along the same fence and she  was out cleaning her garden. When she saw me playing with my plastic green and gray toys she said that her son was a soldier. As we talked she said that her son was also born in February. She promised tthat when he came home we would have a birthday party together.

At the time I was probably 8 or 9.

Her son never came home.  There was no party.

When I joined the Army I always kept him in my thoughts — even though I had never met him. Soldiers and airmen and sailors are us — our children will one day be them.

When Big & Rich came out with their 8th of November (1965) video it brought back many memories of childhood and watching the evening news as I grew up with more than 52,000 dead soldiers passing through my TV screen and into the tears of their families. Sometimes a few. Sometimes many.

Bill Golden 1964-1974
Bill Golden 1964-1974

Finally the time neared when I could make my own decision. Would I become a soldier, or Marine, or would I not.

I joined the Army National Guard in January 1974 and loved it so much (on most days) that I switched to the Army in October 1975 and retired from the Army in April 1996.

I would do it all again.


Postscript: I retired from the Army in 1996 while stationed at Fort Belvoir, Virginia. Since then I have gone on to start my own company — — and have raised my family in Prince William County, Virginia. Life has been good. Life is good because of those willing to embrace “This we’ll defend”.

Carlsberg Bikers, San Antonio Bikers, and General Fears


Reminds me of a time in San Antonio, Texas. I went into this restaurant and right by the bathroom was the meanest, ugliest, most tattooed person I’ve ever seen. I thought that he was waiting for the wrong person to go in and then he would make a cash withdrawal.

I really had to pee but did not want to be his ATM.

After about 10 minutes, and him looking angrier by the moment, the door to the ladies room opened and out ran this 9 or 10 year old girl dressed like a little princess. “Daddy, daddy, I’m done. Sorry it took so long”, she said.

Biker Dad smiled from ear to ear and said very loudly “that’s OK sweetie. I’d wait for you all day.”

Their booth was about 10 feet from the bathroom. When I finally went to the bathroom I noticed that their table was full of crayon drawings. They BOTH were drawing and comparing pictures. When I left after an hour they were still drawing and giggling like little kids.

Have felt bad about judging him based upon appearance ever since … and have tried to be a bit more accepting of other’s strangeness.

Thanks to Connie Moser for sharing.