The Circle of Life 

The world welcomed my second grandchild, Avery Quinn Wilson a few days ago.


Hannah, Avery’s mother was born in 1991, the same year my Grandfather died.


Now, in 2017 Avery Quinn came into the world the same year my father died.


This past May, we celebrated my father’s wonderful life as he laid dying of Alzheimser’s.


Now, we celebrate the beginning of Avery Quinn’s life and all the hopes and dreams of what it will bring.


The circle of life. 

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Big Data Rules the Road

While driving to Savannah earlier this year I used Google Maps to guide me through the maze in Atlanta. As I approached downtown a pleasant female voice from my phone informed me of a quicker route around an upcoming gridlock. I glanced at the route being displayed on the phone and was dumbfounded. She wanted me to get off the highway and drive through a few streets in downtown Atlanta to avoid a traffic accident on the Interstate.

Thinking this would be a good test, I took Google up on it, and before I knew it, was back on the highway past the wreck, and driving 65 again. Ok, I really wasn’t driving 65, it’s Atlanta. More like 35, then 60, then 25, then 65.


Perplexed, and curious, I had to find out how an App on a smartphone could help me navigate through traffic jams in real time.


It all comes down to Big Data, the internet, and GPS.


You see, Google anonymously tracks the speed of all those Smartphones using the Maps App, and by using the aggregated movement they can get a good picture of the live traffic condition. It’s called crowdsourcing, and they have been doing it all over the United States for years.


When Google bought the traffic app “Waze” in 2013, they got an even better traffic picture using driver input to indicate actual accidents, and road construction.


Over the years Google has compiled enough data to create accurate models to predict traffic levels for different periods of the day and week for urban areas.


Now, stop and think of the amount of data that is being sent, analyzed and then made available for millions of users, visually through an App.


I’ve tested this real time traffic feature while driving through Nashville, Birmingham, St. Louis, and Orlando, and it’s pretty accurate. My destination arrival time has been within 15-20 minutes of their ETA for most of my travels.


A great example of how Big Data helps us, the consumer.


Amazing times we live in……..

An Eulogy for Dad

 

Dad was part of the what Tom Brokaw called “the greatest generation.” He was born and raised during the Great Depression, lived through world War II, and after the War was part of the generation that built this nation into the greatest of the world.

Dad knew the meaning of sacrifice, both in terms of material possessions and of real blood, sweat, and tears. He was a humble man, I never heard him brag about what he did or been through. He was loyal, patriotic, level-headed, religious, humorous, and most of all loving.

These values which Dad embodied, are now passed to all of us.

I offer a poem which he taught his sons:  

Don’t Quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will,

When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,

When the funds are low and the debts are high

And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,

When care is pressing you down a bit,

Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is strange with its twists and turns

As every one of us sometimes learns

And many a failure comes about

When he might have won had he stuck it out;

Don’t give up though the pace seems slow—

You may succeed with another blow.

Success is failure turned inside out—

The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,

And you never can tell just how close you are,

It may be near when it seems so far;

So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit—

It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.
Dad’s Legacy continues in all of his family.

 

Craig R. Young, son

Friday, May 12, 2017

 

(Edward Joseph Young, Jr. of High Hill, Missouri passed from this life on Monday, May 8, 2017 at the age of 90 years. He was surrounded by his wife, two sons (and their wives), and four grandchildren at the time of his departure.) 

 

Apollo One

 

On January 27, 1967 I was nine years old, in fourth grade, and already a space geek. I had followed, with great enthusiasm, the last of the Gemini missions which ended in November of 1966.

The Apollo One fire is probably one of the first events which I remember where I was, and what I was doing when it happened. It was a Friday, and my elementary school in Glendale, a suburb of St. Louis was having a fair which my family always attended. My great Aunt Katherine, who was visiting  from Wisconsin had decided to stay at the house while we went to school to enjoy the festivities.

When we returned home my Aunt greeted us at the door with the news of the fire, which she had heard about on the radio. I remember feeling sad when she told us the three astronauts had perished.

In those days the majority of the news we received was from the Newspaper, network TV news, and the radio. There was no cable or internet, so most of the information on the space missions I received were via the newspaper or Life Magazine. I used to spend hours looking over the photos of the astronauts and spacecrafts after each mission.

When I found out Ed White and Gus Grissom were two of the astronauts, I was horrified. These were my heroes, both having flown in previous groundbreaking missions. The stories and pictures in the news stayed with me for many months. 

 

A couple of years ago I visited the place where these men lost their lives to pay my respects. Launch Complex 34 has long been abandoned by the Air Force, and it took a little time finding it. The place was quiet, and peaceful, with only the waves breaking at the nearby beach. I consider it hallowed ground, where the first American gave their lives towards the Exploration of Space.

 

Apollo 8, earthrise, and a bible reading

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1968 was a turbulent year for this World. Robert Kennedy and Martin Luther King were assassinated, there were many major anti Vietnam war protests, violent protests at the Democratic convention in Chicago, and the My Lai massacre in Vietnam.

I had turned 10 and later realized, that the events of 1968 had expanded my world past my neighborhood to the United States, and the World.

Apollo 8 brought a peaceful end to 1968…..at least to me.

 

(Transcript of what was read aboard Apollo 8, December 24, 1968)

Bill Anders “We are now approaching lunar sunrise, and for all the people back on Earth, the crew of Apollo 8 has a message that we would like to send to you.
‘In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
‘And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep.
‘And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.
‘And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness.'”
Jim Lovell “‘And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day.
‘And God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters.
‘And God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament: and it was so.
‘And God called the firmament Heaven. And the evening and the morning were the second day.’”
Frank Borman “‘And God said, Let the waters under the heaven be gathered together unto one place, and let the dry land appear: and it was so.
‘And God called the dry land Earth; and the gathering together of the waters called he Seas: and God saw that it was good.’
And from the crew of Apollo 8, we close with good night, good luck, a Merry Christmas – and God bless all of you, all of you on the good Earth.”

The Beauty of Nature

The power of the earth, moon, solar system at work…. Soothing and humbling.

The Beautiful wife and I were able to spend a few relaxing days down in Melbourne, FL on the beach this past September.

Growing up, the beach was her escape from an abusive household. Being a mid-western boy, I never experienced it until later in my life. She has shown me a new place to relax and experience the wonder of God’s creation.

The Olympic Experience

Twenty Years ago I had the honor to work at the Atlanta 1996 Summer Olympic Games.Growing up I viewed the Olympics as nations coming together with peaceful intent to showcase their best athletes. To see the best of the best whether it be team sports or individual I was always enthralled and engaged, via the TV.

Now, this was an opportunity to see it up close, and personal. I had secured a month long sabbatical from work, and had conditioned myself to be outside in the hot Atlanta summer.

I was assigned to the two field hockey venues which were on the Clark/Atlanta University system campus. When I put my application in I had listed event management of Ice Hockey which was gaining popularity in Huntsville, at the time. I guess whoever read the application decided ice hockey and field hockey were a lot alike.

The first two weeks were spent helping putting the “look” of the two stadiums together. As the construction crews were hurriedly finishing up construction of the roadways, external stadium entrances, and pedestrian walkway between the two stadia, we put up banners, signage, and did other tasks. We were actually expensive labor, as all 14 of us were getting paid.

Our official titles were “Sector Coordinators”, which meant…….we managed the sectors in the public areas of each assigned venue. The team comprised of people from all over the United States. Each day of competition there were volunteers who had signed up to take tickets and usher people to their seats. We worked with them to make sure all went smooth for each game.

I was honored to represent the United States, during these games, and had a great experience working with the team. It was also an honor to be able to interact with people from all over the world who came to the Olympic games to cheer for their team.