Paul Kanengeiser:
CLASS OF 1971
Brush High SchoolClass of 1971
Lyndhurst, OH
Case Institute of TechnologyClass of 1975
Cleveland, OH
Memorial Junior High SchoolClass of 1968
Lyndhurst, OH
Upson Elementary SchoolClass of 1965
Euclid, OH
Paul's Story
Life
It was the best of times and it was the worst of times.
Peak oil: The end of cheap energy.
High technology: If we survive peak oil, we'll each own a robot(s) just like everyone owns a car(s) today. More time for thinking; less time devoted to manual labor.
One way or another, life spans will increase. Imagine being 150 and having the body of a 30 year old.
As for the past, I can't believe the lack of progress.
What have we accomplished? Little.
We struggle to get to and from work on crowded freeways, fighting traffic jams. I don't call that progress.
The Internet held so much promise. It's just a big email system, with loads of commercials.
The computer held so much promise. Now we have corporations building huge databases populated with our names and addresses. It could be so much more and it should be.
Ours is the generation that was raised watching the Jetsons on TV.
Here we are in the fall and winter of our lives and all of the predictions say we have to wait until 2050 for the high tech goodies that will change our world--robots, living longer lifespans, nanotechnology, etc.
Why is it taking so long?
I have my own opinions.
I'll keep this post politically correct by ending it here.
No. It is not because of Democrats or Republicans. It goes deeper than that.
School
These were the teachers that I remember the most. There is no particular order to this list.<new paragraph>Mr. Alexander was my Health teacher in senior year. We were proud when Jay called us the Ace Group. I had health class in the morning. We competed with the other Ace Group that had class in the afternoon.<new paragraph>I have a story to tell about Jay Alexander and the Ace Group but there is no room for it here. It is documented in extreme detail in my Classmates Pages. (Editor's note: It appears that Classmates Pages have been discontinued.)<new paragraph>Mr. Eich was my Physics teacher in senior year. He was determined to prepare us for our freshman year college Physics course. I remember the first semester in freshman year Physics. It was like a review. <new paragraph>Mr. Movial (Did I spell his name correctly?) was my 9th grade Mathematics teacher and track coach. I was so excited about r...Expand for more
unning track. I had struggled with Algebra in 7th and 8th grade. Suddenly, Algebra started to make sense. I actually began to enjoy story problems. My buddies and I were excited about Algebra class because we understood it. We did the homework. We listened in class as Mr. Movial explained the homework problems that had stumped us. We understood our mistakes. When it was time for a quiz or a test, we felt good; we were ready.<new paragraph>I remember Mr. Ruland. He was my 11th grade American History teacher. He was a former Marine. We were on extra good behavior in his class. I had enjoyed History class in previous years, but I worked hard in his class. He said, "You are not students of history." because that title was reserved for people that devoted their lives to the study of history. We would read the chapter for homework and he would go into extra detail that wasn't in the book, for example, he would tell us that Lincoln's response to reports of Grant's drinking was "I wish some of you would tell me the brand of whiskey that Grant drinks. I would like to send a barrel of it to my other generals." He made history colorful.<new paragraph>I remember reading "Atlas Shrugged". The Laissez-Faire Capitalists at Brush said I should read it. The print was so tiny. The book went on and on. When I was done, I was a different person.
College
I went to Case.
It was a lot of work. It was interesting.
I had fun on the weekends, though.
Workplace
The best job I ever had was when I was the sole contract programmer for a little factory in the middle of nowhere. There were times when my bosses (nearly everyone in the plant) kept me pretty busy. Then, there were times when either my bosses were absent or so busy they couldn't micro-manage me, so then I got to be my own boss.
I got to telecommute, too. I would roll out of bed and turn on the computer. Talk about a short commute.
Military
I was in my senior year in college and that was the last year for the military draft for, ostensibly, the war in Vietnam.
They drew 322 in the draft lottery for 03/22. That is my birthday.
That was a high draft number and I was relieved that there was little chance that they would call on me to serve.
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