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The Formative Years
One of the neighbors while at the Barnes 14th Street house were Mr. and Mrs. Glen Young. He owned a Jeep pickup of a type which still grabs my attention if I see one, though only in print these days. He had a garage for doing various things like working on his cars and even doing wood lathe work. He had a lot of small jars attached to the ceiling of the garage by their lids and he kept his various screws and bolts in these. She usually had candy in bowls at Christmas time.
There was an area in our back yard (1418 E Taylor St) where we could dig freely. I remember thinking at a very young age that I could dig a hole to China. While messing around with my brother one day, he dove into one of our holes as I was letting go with an attack at the dirt with a shovel and it cut his head pretty bad. I sometimes thought about building an aboveground fallout shelter there; it was part of the U.S. fear of attack from the evil, godless Russians.
I remember eating dog treats and especially liking the black charcoal ones.
One Halloween night my brother and I went trick-or-treating by ourselves, and as we rounded the corner and only a couple of houses from our house, some “bad” kids started chasing us and we lost most of our treats, but did get home.
I had an area in the backyard yard which was my sanctuary where I erected a something like a piece of canvas. I was able to escape other people add achieved a certain level of privacy. The neighboring yard had some grapevines growing along the wire fence, and I remember trying to smoke them in my tent. I also played around with my chemistry set and successfully trimmed back my ingrown toenail there.
I recall setting a fire accidentally with a magnifying glass in the vacant lot across from our house. Someone called a fire engine, but no one figured out it was I.
There was a large cedar tree nearby which I could climb in and achieve a certain feeling of peace.
Once I watched as another “bad” kid beat and tortured a kitten. I finally got myself together enough to run home and tell my mother, but by the time we got back it was too late. I believe he got in trouble for that, but I also believe he ended up in a lot of trouble later in his life, with this incident an early sign of his future.
Lost my Collie; my mother came to school to pick me up to tell me; found a piece of his bone where he had been hit.
- Shooting bird with a pin-tipped arrow
- Playing in the water in the street after a rain
- Erector set
- Catching grasshoppers
- Plans for making a telephone with a friend down the street between our houses
- Stepfather built sixth-grade science project
- My one-tube radio kit
- Dreams of radio-controlled plane and reading the Allied (?) catalogs
- Grandma Pretter came to stay one year
- Pulling on the wagon handle and having it hit my head when my mother let go
- Broken ankle
- Falling from the fire escape and hitting the back of my head; was in the hospital for almost a week
- Doughnut boy; paper boy
Saw a “color” TV for the first time through a screen door at age 12 and was amazed. Dismayed at it not being what I thought it would be; in fact, it was not what I thought it was, but just a filter that they would sell people to make their BW TV’s look like color TV’s.
- Boy Scouts; two summer camps; outings; Scoutmaster Jimmie James
- Buttons
- St. Mary’s, Garfield, Edison schools
- Cornell DeRonde
- Robert Eugene Dozier
Reaching Maturity
- The Air Force
- Ted Dickinson
- Earthquakes in California
- Elliott
- East Los Angeles College
- UCI
- Teaching High School and Junior High
The Middle Years
- The University of Arizona
- Yan
Bringing It All to the End
- Industry
- The Washington DC area
- Amherst, Massachusetts
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Feb 25 2013
An Open Letter to my Computer Science Professor, Robert Drabek
https://brettmorrison.com/an-open-letter-to-my-computer-science-professor-robert-drabek
Dear Mr. Drabek,
I first met you during my sophomore year as a Computer Science student at the University of Arizona in 1988, where I had my first class with you. I’m writing you to let you know how much of a positive impact you had on me. I’ve taken what you’ve taught me and built a career on the lessons I learned from you.
You were very strict, very serious, and I respected your skill, your style, and your knowledge. I remember focusing on what you had to say more than any professor I had. I didn’t want to miss a word.
I remember anticipating your class more than any other, eagerly wanting to learn all the cool things you knew. I learned a lot from you and it’s stayed with me – always.
One way you influence me every day is simply – coding style. You were very careful about teaching the “right” way to code and pointing out the wrong way to code. Your style still influences every line of code I write. I now use a code analysis tool, ReSharper, to validate my work and every time I look up at the indicator in the editor and see what it needs to fix, I’m always happy when I see it’s only one or two improvements. I feel like you made my brain ReSharp code as I develop it.
I came to you my senior year with an Independent Study project to write a Golf Handicapping Program on Microsoft Windows 3.0. The first thing you said to me was – “Everyone here thinks Windows is a toy and will never go anywhere”. I replied back, “Well sir, it’s not, I think it’s going to grow really fast”. Too bad I didn’t have any money to buy Microsoft stock back then, but you agreed with me and you let me do it. I remember showing you an early version of my work and the code behind Windows events and you nodding how clever it was. I remember seeking your approval so much so I was so nervous delivering the final version of the software, and after taking you through it, I finally got a smile from you. Moments like that could have gone either way, and who knows where chaos theory would have taken me had you not believed in what I was doing.
My success in that project motivated me in such a way, that 2 years after I graduated, after I moved to Silicon Valley, I convinced my company to port all the software from Motif to Windows, and I led the way.
In 1998, I started my first company, ememories.com, a photo sharing web site co-founded with fellow UofA CS alum Carlos Blanco. Once I got the company funded, I bought us an awesome new 8U server from Dell, and when giving it a hostname, of course, I chose to name it after you: DRABEK. Throughout the company’s life, all server requests flowed through a machine with your moniker proudly labeled in our data center.
Thanks for the impression you made on me. Thank you for the teachings you gave me. I really appreciate it and will never forget it. You’re a great man, sir.
Sincerely,
Brett Morrison, Class of 1991, University of Arizona