Happy Birthday, Dad v85.1

This past Saturday would’ve been my father’s 86th birthday. We remember him, every day, with joy and love. We also miss him. Every day.

RIP, Dad.

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes

In a year full of transitions, here’s another one: Friday is my last day at Microsoft.

We’re still licking our wounds and trying to find what’s next.  More details as they evolve.

If you’re looking for SQL Server expertise, drop me a line..

Way to Go, Anthony

My high school buddy, Anthony Coates, has marked my Dad’s passing in his column.  My thanks to him for sharing his recollections.

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More About Our Dad, Thomas Alexander Pond

We’ve posted Dad’s obituary online at my website. Please stop by and read it. He lived a remarkable life.

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RIP Thomas Alexander Pond: 1924-2010

I’ve been down, but not like this before
     – Paul Barrere (Little Feat), All That You Dream

It’s a very disturbing trend in one’s life when so much of one’s writing begins with the three letters which this entry does.

It’s an even more disturbing event when the subject is one’s father.

It’s my sad task to report that my father, Thomas Alexander Pond, passed away early Sunday.  He was eighty-five.

All, all that you dream
Comes to shine in silver lining
And clouds, clouds change the scene
Rain starts washing all these cautions
Right into your life, make you realize
Just what is true, what else can I do
Just follow the rule
Keep your eyes on the road that’s ahead of you

My father was a gifted educator whose work touched thousands of people.  You can read more here about his contributions to Rutgers University, one of the institutions he served.

We’ll have more to say soon; in the meantime, I’m with my sister, sharing memories and making plans for Dad’s memorial.

I’ve said this before many times, but it bears repeating: if it’s cosmically possible, please call your parents.

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RIP Richie Hayward: 1946-2010

Sad, sad news today from the worlds of music and friendship: Richie Hayward – founding member, drummer, writer, and singer in the seminal American rock and roll band Little Feat – lost his year-long battle with liver cancer today.  He was only 64.

 

 I first became familiar with Richie and Little Feat when I was in the tenth grade.  My neighbor and surrogate older brother, Erich Swartz, returned home for Thanksgiving and brought with him a copy of Time Loves a Hero.  To say I was hooked was an understatement – within a week I owned their entire discography, and I’ve been a passionate FeatFan ever since.  Thirty-five years, in round numbers, including the lean years in the eighties when there was no new Little Feat music.

 

Like all great American stories, Little Feat had an incredible second (and third..  and fourth..) act, reuniting in 1988 to great acclaim.  By then, I had moved to Los Angeles and hooked up with the Maltose Falcons Brews Band.  Our bass player at the time, Dennis Fink, knew the band!  He lived near several of its members in beautiful Topanga Canyon, which is also home the Will Geer Theatricum Botanicum, an amazing open-air theater in the woods.  Dennis came to rehearsal one night and told us that Little Feat was playing a benefit for the theater (“Feats for Seats”), as several of their family members had served on its Board of Directors over the years.  He also relayed an invitation from the band – if we schlepped their gear in and out of the theater, we could join them for dinner and watch the show.

 

My response now would be the same as it was then.. what’s the question?

 

That night, I met my musical heroes, and I was welcomed into the amazing Little Feat family.

 

In the mid-‘90s, when Little Feat took over their own promotional work and used fan volunteers to great effect, I was the regional FeatFan coordinator for Oklahoma, Mississippi, and Arkansas.  When I moved to Seattle in 1999 to work for Microsoft, I sent an email to the community informing them why I was resigning my post.  I shortly got an email from Paul Barrerre, asking, “hey, can you get software?”

 

Paul being the generous man he is, he offered to trade me back-stage passes for the software.  Pretty soon, he stopped asking for software and started asking how many passes I needed.  These folks who I’d regarded as titans of rock and roll since I was fifteen became, in my late thirties, my friends.

 

Every time they come to town, Gale and I go to the show and hang with the band, and every time, we spend a little more time there.  I recall particularly a gig they played at the Triple Door in Seattle.  Richie was in fine fettle that night, and he probably spent half an hour with us after the show.  Gale took particular interest in Richie’s tour book, a minute-to-minute guide that the road manager assembles for each member of the band when they’re on the road.  Richie went over it with her in great detail, and confessed that he’d never seen anyone outside of the band quite so interested in a tour book.

 

The best musicians show you a clear path to their heart through their playing.  The expression on Richie’s face in the photograph to the right says it all.  When Richie would come off-stage after a particularly epic show, his sweaty face would split into an ear-to-ear grin as he said, “man, that was fun.”

 

It sure was, Richie, for you and for us, for your entire career.  Who’d’ve thought that a five-word want ad placed by Lowell George in 1969 (“Drummer wanted.  Must be freaky.”) would lead to such an incredible forty-year-plus ride?

 

My thoughts and prayers go out tonight to Richie’s incredible wife, Shauna, his son, Severin, and the rest of the Hayward and Little Feat families.

 

The world is slightly less syncopated today than it was yesterday.  A great talent, a beloved husband and father, and a cherished colleague has left us.  Rest in peace, Richie, and thanks to you and your family for all the years you spent on the proud highway, bringing joy through your music.

 

Now that you’re up in heaven with Lowell, there must be one hell of a jam going on.

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Theme Change!

For those of you viewing this space on-line, I’ve changed the theme to DePo Square.

Enjoy!

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We All Know How Painful That Can Be

Whenever David Letterman tells a joke related to the results of a poll, he always says, “we polled six hundred people, and we all know how painful that can be.”

Well, I’ve been poking around on WordPress this evening and it turns out there’s polling technology here.  My friend Paul S. Randal has run some great polls over on his blog and I thought that was pretty cool.

I’ve created my first poll..  let’s see if I can figure out how to post it.

Oh look!  There’s something called an embed code.  If I just paste it into my post..

Voila!

This could be fun..  but now it’s time for bed.

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Why Pond’s Ponderings?

Hello, world.

With that traditional greeting out of the way, allow me to answer the titular question.

Why Pond’s Ponderings?

Since June of 2005, I’ve been blogging on professional matters over at Ward Pond’s SQL Server blog.  I’ve never been hesitant to comment on personal matters over there, but lately I’ve had a couple of near-misses (I’ve almost posted something I probably would’ve regretted saying on company bandwidth..  nothing controversial or subversive or anything..  I mean..  how many more baseball posts can I write on a company blog?

In concert with debut of my personal website, http://wardpond.net, earlier today, I thought it would be appropriate to fire up a personal blog as well.

So here it is.

Well, that was interesting, but I meant, “Why is it called ‘Pond’s Ponderings’?”

Gary London was my boss in the first technical job I ever got without my dad’s help.  He taught me to keep a notebook close by for those moments when inspiration struck, but we kept writing in each other’s notebooks.  So he wrote POND’S PONDERINGS in block letters across the top of mine.

Besides being nicely alliterative, Gary’s turn of phrase also describes nicely what I hope to share here..  random thoughts on whatever I’m noticing at the time that isn’t SQL Server related.

If this space is nothing more than an outlet for me, then it serves its most fundamental purpose (blogging is, at a level, a narcissistic activity).  If a community of diverse people builds around my ramblings..  well, that would be a lot of fun.

Time, of course, will be the ultimate judge.

Thanks for looking in!  Hope to see you again soon.

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