Remembering Rob Schmidt with an Afternoon of Tennis Doubles

Thursday, October 18th, 2012

Beautiful Saturday afternoon on October 13. Sixty plus of all sorts, ages and backhands filled 13 courts for fun-doubles. Rob would be pleased with the large number of junior, and often better, players who participated. His friends and college teammates sent souvenirs and Smileys for prizes. This event outdrew the Club’s Doubles Championship.

Memories fade fast as life must go on. Most of us are better for having known Rob; several of us are better as a result of his passing in an honest, forbidden sort of way. That energy is neither created nor destroyed is accurate even amongst humans. My recollection will be the curiosity of how loss can establish connection. Like, right!

My Country ’tis of Thee… 2 hours & 5 minutes, 3-2 in overtime.

Monday, March 1st, 2010

I saw the whole thing and did not see what happened. How did that puck get past the USA goalie in overtime?! Good for Canada. Even better for Norway. A country of less than 5 million earned as many gold medal as the US, which is 60x larger in population (and Canada is 10x larger than Norway, btw) including the 50 kilometer cross-country ski race.


As the professional hockey players turned hometown hero boys for a couple of weeks received their gold and silver medals followed by the singing of the Canadian national anthem, I was reminded of how important that it is to belong to something larger than oneself. I remarked to my cocktail hour partner (we start early on Sundays) that Americans yearn to be proud of their own country. This quest continues without much satisfaction: our new president seems either inexperienced or overwhelmed by the current process of governing; we’re spending a fortune on healthcare and not feeling too healthy in the process; another fortune, seemingly pointlessly, helping other countries to be ‘free’, even though neither they nor many of us seem to care much for the objectives of these wars in Iraq and Afghanistan; the list goes on for as long as you’d like for it to go on.

I’m going to start my ‘what does it mean’ list. What does it mean to be a member of my own family? What does it mean to be a citizen of Durham, North Carolina? What does it mean to be a graduate of the US Naval Academy? What does it mean to work in the Information Technology business?