Habeas Corpus, Habeas Vox

One recent morning, my son stood in the kitchen, riveted, listening to the radio.  Briskly he spoke, “Dad, how can the President deport citizens for what they say?  Isn’t this a violation of their First Amendment rights?  When someone enters the country legally, they gain the right of free speech!…upon entry, but they are being deported for saying things the President does not like!  They have the right to speak!  I don’t understand this!!?”  My son’s concern for Free Speech coincides with the right of Due Process. 

Knowing it takes a village, I reached out to his cousin WMMK – my nephew – a young law professor who, as it were, is an expert in habeas corpus, which is to say Due Process.  WMMK has been published, arguing that habeas corpus is the “…Great Writ of Popular Sovereignty — a tool for We the People to insist that when our agents in government exercise our delegated penal powers, they remain faithful to our sovereign will.”  WMMK argues “…the implications for the law of habeas are profound…Paradoxically, shifting from a libertarian to a popular-sovereigntist conception of the writ might yield habeas doctrine more capable of protecting individual liberty.”

My son having raised questions of individual liberty, and given his cousin’s strong clear voice, I decided to create a homeschool Humanities Seminar.  Habeas corpus in Latin means “you should have the body.”  And where there is a body, there is a voice.  Thus we prepare to homeschool “Habeas Corpus, Habeas Vox: Due Process and the 1st Amendment.” 

All roads do not lead to Rome.  Plato and Aristotle taught that justice within the state held civic virtue (“arete”) as its key; they did not teach specific legal mechanisms to protect individual liberties.  

It would take a peasant boy, born in Dardania (present day Balkans) to craft those mechanisms. Justinian – Emperor of the Byzantine Empire – not only built the Hagia Sophia but codified the great Roman jurists; his Corpus Juris Civilis (“Body of Civil Law”) (529-534 AD) endures as the basis of European and International law.  But the heavy lifting came in medieval England.  

King John was arbitrary and autocratic, and so his Barons spoke up and rebelled. They forced him, in 1215, to sign the Magna Carta which guaranteed “No freeman shall be taken or imprisoned or disseised or exiled or in any way destroyed…except upon the lawful judgement of his peers or the law of the land.”  Given habeas vox, so then habeas corpus; the Habeas Corpus Act was codified in 1679 and remains on the statute book to this day: prisoners cannot be held indefinitely without a judicial review of their detention.  

The origins of free speech – in the Western tradition – go back to Athenian democracy, in the late 6th or early 5th century BC.  They had two concepts of free speech; isegoria was “equality of speech” where all freeborn males had a direct voice in debating and passing laws, while parrhesia was “uninhibited speech,” a culture of tolerance and the free exchange of ideas and criticisms.  Erasmus (circa 1500) and Milton (1644) weighed in, but again it was the English Parliament, whose Bill of Rights in 1689 established the constitutional right of freedom of speech.  On that recent weekday morning, my son honored that tradition, arguing on behalf of individual liberty.  

What then shall our seminar entail?  I have begun assembling a reading list to include:

  • In Classical Greece justice was the proper functioning of the state as a whole, with community and mutual respect valued higher than individual liberties.  The greatest punishment was for the intransigent to be exiled, which is to say to have their voice taken away.  
  • Justinian’s reign occurred at a hinge point of history.  Considered among the greatest, and the last, of the Roman Emperors, his achievements marked the apex of Roman expansion, until a flea carrying the bubonic plague brought massive death:  between 25 and 100 Million deaths and the downfall of the empire.  The armies of Mohammad easily ransacked both Rome and Persia, and history moved from late antiquity to the medieval world.  
  • The Magna Carta was foundational to British Common Law, as developed through judicial decisions rather than written codes; “Stare Decisis” means that courts shall follow earlier rulings in similar cases, with precedent as the governing basis.  Stability is a virtue.  The British Bill of Rights built upon this tradition and became the basis for much of American law.  
  • The Judiciary Act of 1789 established the American judiciary – the mechanism of due process – and was followed by Amendment One to the USA Constitution, ratified on December 15, 1791:  “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.”
  • Abraham Lincoln suspended the right of habeas corpus at his sole discretion when he signed The Habeas Corpus Suspension Act of 1863.  He argued the public safety required it, such as during rebellion or invasion of the Civil War.  
  • And finally, we will come to the present day, to discuss the fundamental meaning of freedom of speech with American habeas as the vindication not of individual physical liberty, but of popular sovereignty.  How does the state protect the voice of “We the People”?  WMMK will lead this discussion.  

We need pay heed to the fact that for every minute we ponder such noble thoughts, in El Salvador, Kilmar Abrego Garcia is detained wrongfully, without due process, by an administration driven not by justice but reptilian id, anger and revenge for its own gratification; how frail is the law to those who shall not heed its calling.  The Magna Carta is but words on paper in the face of any regime that abuses human rights, and these rights must belong not to the privileged few, but to all people created equal.  

We study the past to inform our future; patterns of discrimination are the reality against which this philosophy need be understood, in order to raise my son with both an intellectual understanding and the emotional intelligence of a 21st Century global citizen.

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Persephone returns…


Beyond the Rubicon

And so it came to pass, on the 10th day of March I delivered to the Superintendent my Notice of Intent to Home School.  Life’s newest adventure began with a flurry of last-minute decision making. 

On that same day the local School Department announced a $5 Million budget shortfall, and the Department of Education began to be decimated.  Change abounds; our timing providential.  

There is no turning back.  

A world of materials is available online.  Khan Academy is one not-for-profit free site with a goal “to create online tools that help educate students.”  The site has 168.7 registered users, 58.7 Billion total learning minutes, and annual revenues of $107.3 Million.  My son had used the platform at school, so we adapt that to our needs.

With DOGE-like efficiency, we pare the day down to its most basic form.  The result is productive.  The conventional middle school day lasts 6.25 hours, of which half is spent in homeroom, lunch, recess, “Jobs For Maine Graduates,” plus walking the halls between classes; thus about 3 hours for straight line study of Math, Science, and Humanities but a portion of classroom time is lost in the quotidian, explanations and questions, the general bustle.  The essential learning reduces further toward 1.5 hours.  At home we easily do that much, then add in outings, exercise, and hands-on experience.  Bottom line: my son is engaged.  

For Science, we have been using the Periodic Table of Elements to learn welding.  I hired a friend, the “Pema Professor,” a journeyman philosopher/carpenter to teach this course.  We drive to his home in Lyman, Maine.  The first week’s homework was to circle the elements Hydrogen, Helium, Argon, Iron and Carbon.  We also discussed the Noble Gases and Noble Metals.  The practicum was MIG welding, an electric arc between a continuously fed wire electrode and the metal, melting both to create the weld – a pool of molten metal – protected by a shielding gas.  Argon prevents water from entering the weld, which would lead to rust, to failure. 

The second week focused on the difference between an element and a molecule.  My son used an acetylene torch to bend metal.  Acetylene gas is mixed with oxygen to create a high-temperature flame, reaching well over 1,000 degrees.  The metal turned cherry red then bent as the heat increased the energy, electrons moving freely, expanding, creating a pliable rather than rigid structure.  My son held the torch, set hot metal into a wooden jig, his weight laid against the rod, it bent. He is forming the letters of his name.  Making his mark. 

For math we are doing online exercises and learning the Pythagorean Theorem.  Hidden in plain sight, Pythagorus resides in every corner of every room.  As we design and build a trapezoidal bookcase, he can measure and calculate the legs and hypotenuse, help prepare the measured drawing and then build.  Stay tuned on that one!

He has asked to be more challenged, and so I expand our repertoire; more math handouts and more reading materials to come.  He is cooking meals, which brings a chance to study weights and measures, even converting metric to standard.  As the growing season erupts we will dig into the earth at friends’ farms.  My son helps with repairs at the Friends School of Portland; as a private religious school OSHA and Child Labor Laws do not pertain.  

To assist in our holy experiment and to handle the annual assessment I have hired a State of Maine Certified Teacher.  Alexander the Great, at the age of 13, was tutored by Aristotle; I shall refer then to this teacher as “Our Aristotle.”  A young man, he was my son’s student teacher last year in the 5th grade; a keen and passionate observer, dedicated to his students’ needs.  He was fired when the Assistant Principal told him – at the last hour of the last day – to change classrooms.  “Our Aristotle” declined, reasoning that his students would benefit from closure, while an abrupt change would abrogate their experience while giving worthless time to engage new students.  The Assistant Principal issued an ultimatum but “Our Aristotle” called the bluff; escorted out of the building, his dignity was in tact.  The Administrator lost on all counts and all the students were left wanting.  

My son, born of the “Anxious Generation,” comes of age during an epidemic of mental illness and teen suicide.  Social media is a black hole, its focus upon other, not self.  Grounding must come from within.  Such is the tradition of New England: Henry David Thoreau, “Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you’ve imagined,” or the Bard of Concord, “Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string.”  Our Aristotle exemplified same in his refusal to acquiesce.  He spoke truth to power.  

Such then is the temperament we want to shape our son’s bearing and so our team grows.  Life has no dress rehearsal.  My son comes of age now, I am charged with his education.  Schooled to the standards of the state, he will be educated to all of life.  

In March we crossed the Rubicon.  Now we go forward daily.  We shall see where all this leads.


A Wily Problem Solver

The desire of the Tech Oligarchs to fight and break things is widely known, clearly displayed.  Among this rogue band of Billionaires the intellectual appears to be Marc Andreessen, co-creator of the Mosaic web-browser and co-founder of a Silicon Valley venture capital fund.  

On Substack, Mr. Andreessen has written, “I was asked what I think of Mark Zuckerberg’s recent Mixed Martial Arts (MMA) training, Elon Musk’s challenge to a cage fight, and public reports that a Zuckerberg/Musk MMA fight may well happen…perhaps in the actual Roman Colosseum.  I said, “I think it’s all great.  …it’s important to understand how important – how primal – MMA is in the story of our civilization.”

He proceeds to tell the origin of the sport, “…it was introduced to the actual Greek Olympic Games in 648 BC (!).  The Greeks called it “pankration” (παγκράτιον), but it is the same thing – a combination of boxing and wrestling.”  Trying to impress us by using the Greek letters – Google Translate is free – in fact Mr. Andreessen is showing his lack of understanding.  

The rape and abduction of Helen is central to Greek culture; masculine strength and dominance were key, and the Iliad tells the story of the ten-year fight against the Trojans.  Helen’s beauty was so great, her “face that launched one thousand ships” when Menelaus, her husband, the King of Sparta, rallied the Greeks to settle the score for her infidelity.  

The Iliad sings the praise of manly heroes skilled in fighting and warfare.  But the greatest among the heroes was Odysseus, whose skill was not warfare but resourcefulness, his wily, cunning ability to solve problems.  

Of Homer’s two epic poems the Iliad is an ensemble story, while the Odyssey sings of Odysseus, alone, his ten-year homecoming after the Trojan War, his return to Penelope and their marriage bed.  

During the War, Odysseus was one of the most trusted counselors and advisors.  A voice of reason, renowned for self-restraint and diplomacy, he served as a counter balance to the pugilism among the heroes.  His homecoming was filled with travail, the hero’s journey in the most archetypal sense.  Consider the challenges he overcame:

  • When Achilles’ beloved Patroclus was slain, Odysseus negotiated with Achilles to let the men eat and rest, rather than resume the fight.  Funeral games were held and Odysseus wrestled with Ajax “The Greater” and raced with Ajax “The Lesser.”  He drew the wrestling match, and with the help of Athena, won the foot race.  His manliness well-equaled that of other heroes.  
  • Odysseus devised the Trojan Horse, and lead the siege within the walls of Troy.  This brought the defeat of the Trojans, and the end of the war.  
  • Homebound from Troy, his ships were driven off course and captured by the Cyclops Polyphemus.  He and the Cyclops drank much wine, which allowed Odysseus to blind him and then escape.
  • Aeolus, the master of the winds, gifted a leather bag containing all of the winds except the west wind, to ensure his safe trip home.  But his sailors opened the bag while Odysseus slept, releasing the winds to create a major storm, driving them off course, when his homeland was within sight.  
  • They re-embarked and encountered the Laestrygonians – man eating giants – which only Odysseus’ ship escaped.  Circe the witch-goddess turned half of his men into swine, then Odysseus and his remaining crew spent one year with her enjoying feast and drink.  
  • He set sail to the western edge of the world, summoned the spirit of the prophet Tiresias and learned of Penelope threatened by suitors.  He sailed onward, past the land of the Sirens, through the dire straits of the Scylla and Charybdis, after which his crew hunted down the sacred cattle of the sun god Helios.  A shipwreck followed, in which everyone except Odysseus drowned.  He washed ashore, whereupon Calypso, a sea nymph, compelled him to remain her lover for seven years.  
  • He escaped, set sail, shipwrecked again but befriended the Phaeacians, whose King agreed to deliver Odysseus home, to a hidden harbor on Ithaca, his home island.  
  • Home after 20-years, he sleuthed the island to learn the status quo.  His son Telemachus, now a grown man, also returned from the Trojan War, theirs was a grand reunion, of secrecy.  
  • His wife Penelope, having held at bay her suitors for decades, announced that whoever could string Odysseus’ rigid bow and shoot an arrow through twelve axe shafts should have her hand in marriage.  Dressed as a wandering beggar, Odysseus alone strung the bow and won Penelope’s hand, once again.  He and Telemachus, his son, easily slayed the suitors. 
  • Penelope still could not believe her husband had returned, and so tested him with a ruse: she ordered her servant to move the bed in their wedding chamber.  Odysseus protested, knowing this could not be done as he himself had built their wedding bed and knew that one of its legs was a living olive tree.  Rooted deeply into the ground, such was the union of Penelope and Odysseus, which survived 20 years of separation.  
  • To avenge the killing of the Suitors, the citizens of Ithaca rose up, but Athena and Zeus intervened and both sides made peace; after 20 years’ destruction the Odyssey ends with peace and reunion.  

In 431 BC, Sparta attacked and defeated Athens, with the justification that “might makes right.”  And now, Mr. Andreessen praises the primal, “If it was good enough for Heracles and Theseus, it’s good enough for us.  Fight!”

But the apex of Classical Greece – the birthplace of democracy – was the Athenians’ understanding of virtue. From Socrates, to Plato, to his student Aristotle, civic virtue – “arete” – emphasized justice, courage, and moderation for the benefit of the community, rather than the individual.  To the Greeks, the most enduring heroic quality was not skill in warfare, but cunning command to solve problems for the civic good.  

Elon Musk, called “the smartest 15-year old on the planet,” holds now the keys to the American kingdom.   For better or worse, our House seems reduced to Animal House.  The tech bros – the puer aeternus – shine in their moment to break and destroy with libertarian glee.  But this moment of breaking shall pass – all things pass – and great then shall be our collective need to problem solve.  

We the people must rise to the coming moment.  

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Art Ark Redux

The Sea Monster Adoption program continues! We delivered last week Wendy the Whale to the Children’s Room at the Portland Public Library. Truth be told, donations are a daunting challenge. All was at a dead end until last minute Chris learned the Public Library is a “quasi Public institution” and thus, not under the direct domain of the City Government. The flood gates opened, the truck rolled and Wendy arrived at the loading dock. The Library staff, patrons and children were overjoyed!

The Art Ark also rolled north, delivering Dottie the Dragon and Wanda the Walrus to their new home at the Children’s Discovery Museum in Waterville, Maine.


Senior Chairman of the Board; lunch in lower Manhattan; Dakota’s Coda

Fred Turner was a titan in American commerce.  1956, in Des Plaines, Illinois, Fred started flipping hamburgers for Ray Kroc; while other young men were hustling to become a corporate Vice President, Turner saw his future: Kroc had a limitless vision, and Turner had the skill and drive to pragmatize the operation, globally.  38 years later, he was the Senior Chairman of the Board of Directors but I knew him as a neighbor, the father of classmates at Holy Cross School, I played the drums in his wife Patty’s jug band. 

I wrote a letter requesting a meeting, and mentioned that I had lived off-grid recently.  Douglas excoriated me, leaning in slowly, he spoke, “You…can…not…write…that….David! this is…the Chairman of the Board…of McDonald’s!!!”  Brazen, I mailed the letter to the headquarters office, but then called Patty at their home.  

Cautious at first, Patty happily arranged our meeting.  Over a breakfast of eggs and hash browns, I explained my business concept.  Fred listened politely, then replied, “If you are going to quote me, say ‘I don’t get it.’”  

I always found that phrasing of interest.  Having spent a career on quarterly earnings calls, convincing skeptical bankers and financiers of the promise that McDonald’s held, he had been quoted regularly in the Wall Street Journal, the New York Times, any paper reporting the news.  Although it was just him and me, he still used that lens, “…if you are going to quote me…”

Having made his fortune selling hamburgers, the digital future was less clear. It was hard, then, to envision Google + You Tube + Starbucks, which essentially is what GDC encompassed.  The power behind Global Data was less the media offerings and more the back-end data; with a growing user base the scope would become transformational, as proven in the real world financial success of Facebook and Google.  But imagine all profits redounding not to stockholders but to the peoples of this planet, whereby “dignity credit” could be extended based upon local civic participation.  GDC was an arbitrage of money and information. 

Having met with Fred, it was arranged that I would speak to Edward R. Stavitsky.  I had been told that his Uncle had financed Samuel “Goldfish” Goldwyn, Adolph Zukor, Marcus Low, as well as Cecil B. DeMille; with Chase Manhattan Bank, he had financed 100% of 20th Century and 25% for Universal and United Artists studios; had structured the financing of McDonalds Corporation in 1954, “invented” the  trilogy structure: operations-franchisee-real estate holding company, which launched the venture.  As of 2025, McDonald’s is believed to be the third largest holder of real estate in the world.  Bill Gates owns nearly 270,000 acres, while the Catholic Church owns 177,000,000 acres of land.

We spoke on the phone and I was invited to fly out to Los Angeles, to meet in a hotel lobby just off Rodeo Drive.  The meeting went well, he was quite friendly and supportive, but “others people money” would be the key.  A moment of significance, I stood on the edge of the abyss: I needed to raise $38 Million USD.  

My challenge was great.  The absolute condition of the Information Alliance was no venture capital, which meant no equity sold.  Debt was no option – negative cash flow can service no debt – so the model needed to be an endowment, the academic approach, an asset base generating yield to fund the venture.  Progress was slow, very slow, as the calendar turned from 1994 into 1995.  

Laurie’s star was ascendent.  Employed as a business librarian at Altschuler, Melvoin and Glasser, an accounting and tax-audit firm on Chicago’s Wacker Drive, she was offered a job at Spencer Stuart, a leading global executive search firm.  Laurie was lured to London, and so too Douglas, where he enrolled in the London School of Business, a globally respected MBA program, ranked higher than the Business schools of Harvard and the University of Chicago.  

The transition was hard.  The change complete.  Douglas had gone global, on the road, again. 

CODA

Our blessings can be our curse.  The brilliant mind one wild tiger hard to tame.  Douglas was mercurial, like quicksilver: when we were together, he was focused and present, but once apart, he was gone, completely gone.  Years passed when we rarely spoke.  

I recall standing, after the London move, on a beach in Rogers Park, Chicago, gazing out at the horizon.  He spoke of his dream of becoming a college professor.  I suspended disbelief until a few years later he was hired to teach at the Kelley School of Business at the University of Indiana.  His was the gift of manifestation.  Not surprisingly, he became a favorite of the students, annually ranked among the top professors.  His light would fill any room, whether a small kitchen or a university lecture hall.  

I pursued the endowment for another ten years.  Like Sisyphus in an ice storm I struggled to climb that hill.  I did deliver funds to Ed Stavitsky and we flew to Wall Street for meetings and meals with the banker, fine red wine not white with fish; contracts were signed but he failed to perform.  Whether a potemkin or the real-deal remains an unknown.  Ed died in July 1999.  I attended his funeral, among many, laid a spadeful of dirt upon his casket. 

Eventually I found my way to Maine, to build furniture for Thos Moser Cabinetmakers.  I worked the A-shift.  It was grounding.  I collaborated with my sister on a pair of essays about heirloom furniture – my story was the making, hers the receiving – published in the Chicago Tribune’s Sunday edition.  Tom flew me to Chicago to give a demonstration on chair making, then asked me to write an essay about his Customer-in-Residence program.  I arranged for Tom to fly to his hometown, Chicago, for a tour of the estate of John Bryan, a major collector of American furniture.

At no one’s request I recruited the Head of the Art History Department at Yale University to create a course on three generations of New England/New York chair making: Hitchcock in the 1800s, Stickley in the 1900s, and Thos Moser into the future.  And then on 9 January 2009, after the financial collapse which brought the Great Recession, I was laid off along with half the Thos Moser work force.  Profits before collaboration.  Money the measure of the man.  

I found my way, working as a carpenter, fabricating public art and now, managing the plant and property at the Friends School of Portland.  

On 21 December, this past solstice, I called Douglas and we picked up where we left off.  We were immediately in synch, as though no time had passed.  As our conversation ended, Doug laughed and said, “Hey man, let’s keep in touch more often!”

An opportunity presented itself.  I have been thinking about launching a new community project, to teach furniture making to recovering addicts and former convicts.  The act of making is at once both practical and therapeutic.  My wife is a registered Art Therapist and a Licensed Therapeutic Counselor.  I have an idea, she has the credentials, and a woodworker friend is getting a degree in counseling; the elements seem in place.

On 7 January 2025, just before the dawn, as the light returned over the horizon, I found myself thinking about Douglas.  There is no one here with his energy, his spark, his purifying flame, and so I thought to reach out, to ask “can we rekindle our flame, chart a new path, ride together, again?”

Five hours later I received the call that he had died.  

Bereft, I sat down to write this festschrift “celebration writing” for a deep true friend.    

Would that he ride shotgun once again, in spirit, this time.  


Rogue Hollywood; from the Library of Alexandria to Carnegie Libraries

Douglas was attending classes in History and Theology at Loyola University but his most serious work was done at the RMG office.  He and I were joined at the hip, constant conversation, swapping ideas at a fever pitch.

RMG formed the Information Alliance among leaders in library automation:

  • Robert F. Asleson, Esq, had decades of experience as President of five library and information industry companies: University Microfilms International, R.R. Bowker, Information Handling Services, International Thomson Information, Inc., and The Library Corporation.  He was thoroughly versed in all issues of copyright clearance.  
  • Brower Murphy, a self-described “information egalitarian” had pioneered the use of CD-ROM technology for data storage.  He then developed NlightN®, a hypermedia universal network allowing a single search across the entire world of published electronic information.  This was google before Google, except, created in 1991, it was not designed for the internet.  
  • Vinod Chachra, President and sole owner of VTLS, Inc. oversaw a staff of 70 with customers in 18 countries, requiring 16 difference languages and multiple character sets and scripts.  His software provided a turn-key solution to all library functions.
  • Rob McGee and Howard Harris, another RMG Consultant, formed the alliance and Rob acted as editor of the “Concept & Vision” and the business plan.  

Our approach to the Worlds Digital Library was direct: “Empowering the individual by access through libraries to the world’s information, ‘anyplace, anytime.’”  The philosophy was broad and inclusive, the battle plan was specific and precise.  A holding company, the DLC would operate through subsidiaries, each business creating a component of the whole.  The first subsidiary was The Index Company, which would:

  • digitize book images from collections of widely-used library materials
  • compile collections of machine-readable tables-of-contents and back-of-the-book-indexes for subject oriented sets and collections of books
  • create and distribute merged collections of the indexed records to provide access to Digital Libraries.

The DLC was the economic engine driving GDC.  On paper, the DLC projected a Year 1 loss of ($4.08 M) but turned positive in Year 3 and by Year 5 was in the black at a profit of $6.3 Million USD.  At the end of the 20th century, “hockey stick” projections were not uncommon, but questioned by conservative bankers.  

On 7 May 1994 the “Concept & Vision” paper was finished, and letters of support were received from:

  • Chair of the Virginia State Library Board
  • Librarian of Harvard College
  • Executive Director of CAVAL (Co-operative Action by Victorian Academic Libraries [Australia])
  • President Council on Library Resources
  • Deputy Director General, National Library of Australia
  • President of the Council of the European Information Industry Association
  • Executive Director off the United States National Commission on Libraries and Information Science

It is worth noting some of their comments:

  • The Librarian of Harvard College wrote, “There are going to be a number of modest efforts to build the digital library.  Yours could be the one most likely to succeed on a large scale.”
  • Deputy Director-General of the National Library of Australia wrote, “The approach envisaged in this paper is sensible and shows the appropriate understanding of the current state of the industry which is needed for success to be likely.”
  • The President of the Council, European Information Industry Association, “…we shall have no hesitation in bringing this proposal to the attention of our members and examining ways in which we can lay a supportive role in Europe.”

While writing the “Global Data” plan, the landscape in Hollywood was changing.  Steven Spielberg, Jeffrey Katzenberg, and David Geffen announced they were going rogue, to create their own live-action and animation film studio.  This meant Hollywood’s studio model was being revolutionized, and the financier with whom I was hoping to meet had deep roots – I was told – in that old model.  If the paradigm was changing, then I needed to write my own version.  

One spring evening at the Chase Street house, Douglas and I sat down at the kitchen table to write “Top-Down meets Bottom-Up” which compared Paramount Communications and Global Dakota Corporation, a $10 Billion colossus versus our $38 Million start up. I was David out to slay Goliath.  Working deep into the night, we laid out the categories and filled in the blanks, referencing medieval history through the Internet.  Laurie, who is quite savvy in the C-suite, told us it was sheer hubris.  

Libraries have been central to all civilizations, throughout recorded time, our collective repository of knowledge, a storehouse of the written word – cuneiform or bound – a place where scholars gather to share knowledge, to push the vanguard.  The earliest libraries have been discovered in present-day Syria, and in temple rooms in Sumer (present day Iraq), each in the Cradle of Civilization.   The Library of Alexandria, in Cleopatra’s Ptolemaic Egypt reigned among the most significant libraries of the Ancient World, the corpus of Greece and Egypt in one repository, until Julius Caesar’s boys came to town, on military conquest, they burned the library.   Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.  

30,000 clay tablets from the Library of Ashurbanipal have been discovered at Nineveh – the recorded wealth of Mesopotamia – while the University of Chicago holds baked clay tablets, the administrative backbone of the vast territory of Persia, written in Old Persian, Elamite, and Babylonian languages.  The Imperial Library of Constantinople is worthy of mention, authors such as Plato, Aristotle, Demosthenes, Socrates, Thucydides, Homer and Zeno stored and sought.   Themeistius, a pagan philosopher and teacher, hired calligraphers and craftsman to produce the actual codices then created a university-like school centered around the library.  Lao Tzu, author of the Tao Te Ching, was the keeper of books in the earliest library in China.  Into this majestic idea Rob McGee stepped as a young boy, his bike’s basket filled, riding home to 1505 Grace Street with “talking books” for his Grandmother, an armful for himself.  

The Free Public Library is not free financially – it is paid for by taxes – so what is free is the access to information.  Traditionally libraries had been the private domain of Princes and Kings, Bankers or Clergy.  The Renaissance brought an awakening when, in 1444, Cosimo de’Medici created the San Marcos Library, one of the earliest public libraries.  Cosimo combined his own extensive collection with the 800 manuscripts of Niccolo de Niccoli, a humanist who worked as a copyist and collator of ancient manuscripts, and was the creator of cursive script, known today as “italics.”  Niccolo’s humanist vision was inclusive: “…to the common good, to the public service, to a place open to all, so that all eager for education might be able to harvest from it as from a fertile field the rich fruit of learning.”

Pierpont Morgan’s Library, in the grand style of the Italian Renaissance, was opened to scholars and the public in 1924, the gift of J.P. Morgan, the banker of legend, who indirectly was behind the greatest public library building program in history.  In 1901, J.P. Morgan bought the Carnegie Steel Company for $18 Billion (in 2025 dollars), which allowed Andrew Carnegie to vastly expand his brick and mortar ambitions.  Between 1883 and 1929 2,509 Carnegie Libraries were built around the world, free to the public.  By 1929 almost half of the public libraries in the United States were Carnegie Libraries.  

At the end of the 20th Century, many saw change on the horizon, bricks and mortar becoming digital, access universal, which seemed like Archimedes’ fulcrum, upon which we could move the world.  Rational self-interest held no motivation for me; e-commerce and social media pale in comparison to the humanist tradition.  Douglas, though, had that capitalist urge, and his enthusiasm was grounding for me.  He and Rob delivered the Information Alliance which undoubtedly could make the products to drive revenues.  The Digital Library Corporation was the core asset, while the Turtle News Network and the community retail outlets expanded our reach.  

I played the hand I was dealt.  “Top Down Meets Bottom Up” became page 41 of the Global Dakota Business Plan.  On 1 July 1994 the Business Plan, with consolidating Pro-Forma Financial Statements, was complete, weighing in at 12 pounds, almost 1,000 pages printed on 100% post consumer recycled paper.  Having finished the first task, I tackled the second challenge: a meeting with the Senior Chairman of the Board of McDonald’s Corporation. 


Red V8; the Donner Pass to Cascadia Planet

June, 1993 Douglas and Laurie moved from Hyde Park (South Greenwood Avenue) to Rogers Park (1336 Chase Street).  In August Douglas came west to visit me, and on the spur of the moment, we drove his rented Red V8 Mustang convertible 932 miles north to Montana, where Brian was working in a laundromat at Yellowstone Park.  We spent one day there, then drove back to Arizona: 1,800 miles in 72 hours.  The long stretch of Utah and Wyoming desert was extraordinarily dull but we were young, full of moxie, Douglas had the corporate Amex, there was no turning back.  

In September I was kicked out of the trailer (a consequence of his visit) and moved into a home further west in Hootenanny Holler.  The house had a telephone.  Douglas and I began talking about the concept of a Digital Library.  

In addition to planning the world’s digital library, I organized a bio-regional news service and drew blue prints for community-based retail outlets.  To my mind, the information future could not only be virtual, but need be tethered to life on the planet.  I adapted Aristotle’s definition of man as a “political animal” using the tag line “Regardless of the internet’s reach, we will always communicate face-to-face with our neighbors.”  I travelled to Vienna, Austria to attend an eco-cities conference, on how to rebuild our human habitat in balance with living systems.  

Twice a friend and I drove to Portland, Oregon – crossing the Donner Pass in the Sierra Nevadas in a blizzard – to lay the groundwork for the “Turtle News Network.”  “Cascadia Planet” would be the flagship; Cascadia the bioregional name of the Pacific Northwest, as defined through the watersheds of the Columbia, Fraser and Snake Rivers, and the geology of the region.  Bioregionalism recognizes not arbitrary political boundaries but the organic flow of water and rock.  

There were stories to tell.  I raised funds for a video documentary series, in newsmagazine format, profiling the bioregional movement.  I met with Patrick Mazza, a journalist, and we developed plans for “Cascadia Planet” a website to include “text, multimedia sound, images, graphs, lists and a web-structure for related Internet searches.”  Bear in mind, 1993 was an internet before video, before streaming, fewer than 600 web sites in total, before iPhones or social media apps; Mosaic had just been released and was the first browser to show both texts and images on the same page, a key factor in early acceptance of the World Wide Web.  The air was electric with possibility.  

I envisioned three types of retail outlets:

  • The Info Cafe: the world of information and the information of your world
  • The Info Park: the living library of the information economy
  • The Local Bank: the economy of ideas and information 

Taken collectively, this was called “Global Data” – the world’s digital library plus a bioregional news network plus local grass-roots community dialogue: “The Intranational Import and Export of Ideas and Information.”  Global access to information grounded face-to-face, person-to-person in dialogue with your neighbor, to solve problems, to build a sustainable future.  Locavore, indeed.

In October Brian returned to Chicago, moved into the Chase Street house for a few weeks before leasing an apartment in Bucktown.  In December I returned to Chicago.  Rob gave me a desk space at the old office.  We rolled up our sleeves and got to work writing the business plans for this venture.  

Powell’s Books Chicago is an independent used bookstore, launched in 1970 to serve the intellectual and general interest community in the Hyde Park neighborhood.  Michael Powell, the owner’s father, became intrigued with the store and launched, in 1971, his own used bookstore, “Powell’s City of Books” in Portland, Oregon.  At 68,000 square feet – about 1.6 acres – of retail space the flagship store is the largest used bookstore in the world,  with reading rooms where people are encouraged to sit and linger.  It seemed a model for my Info Cafe.  

While I was in Cascadia launching the Turtle News Network, Michael Powell was establishing an internet presence, using email and “file transfer protocol” (FTP) one of the earliest forms of computer interfacing.  Powell’s website went live in 1994.  “Cascadia Planet” went live in 1994.  Further north in Cascadia, there were rumors of a young man named Bezos, who had quit a Wall Street job and was crossing the country, his wife driving, while he wrote a business plan to sell books on the internet.  Our goal was access to information, his goal was selling books, all signs pointed to a robust future online. 

In February 1994 I formed Global Dakota Corporation (GDC) and Digital Library Corporation (DLC) as State of Illinois C-Corporation holding companies.  I sold Non-Voting Preferred shares in GDC to raise about $150,000.  The name Global Dakota was chosen to reflect a global alliance of people.  “Dakota” comes from the Native American Sioux nation and is a gender-neutral name that means “friend” or “ally.”  Global spoke to ubiquity of the world wide web.    

Rob and Douglas formed the Information Alliance and February through May wrote both “The Digital Library Corporation Concept and Vision” and the “Business Plan for the Digital Library Corporation.”  The strategy of the DLC was cooperation, rather than competition:

“If the Digital Library Corporation is successful in communicating its vision – to improve the use of information resources through cooperative associations among libraries, publishers, and database providers — then the concern about “competition” and its negative elements will be ameliorated.  The creation of a Digital Library World is a huge undertaking with plenty of room for a large number of disparate players.  Rather than determining that it must be”control” everything pertaining to digital libraries, the DLC must seek to play a key role in shaping and aligning the movement toward digital libraries in a socially responsible manner.”

Brian had a college friend, an engineer with an interest in computers, who went on to become the webmaster at Ameritech, the telecomm giant.  Douglas, Brian and I would spend evenings gathered at his house, in a smoke filled room, the Simpsons on the television, while we watched the earliest stages of the internet on the computer and talked about the future.  It sounds hopelessly naive, but in those days many people felt the internet could be a positive force for democracy.  


Kennebunkport Patrician, Red-Neck Riveria, Skull Valley

RMG Consultants, Inc. was mission driven, not pursuing rational self interest as conventionally defined.  Rob’s mantra was to remain “ruthlessly objective” and have no conflicts of interest.  We served the library as civic institution of learning and education. 

Douglas became a corporate officer, with increasing responsibilities, was named Vice President of Operations and Treasurer of RMG Consultants, Inc.  He encouraged Rob to pursue the for-profit sector and so they launched Infostrat, Inc., then formed an Australian-based company, RMG/CAVAL to pursue the Austral-Asian market. Douglas became an officer of those entities.  

On the home front, I had left the barrio, moved north to Rogers Park, on the lakefront.  Brian had graduated from Cornell College with a Bachelors of Arts in Economics and Political Science, moved back to Chicago, full-time at RMG, and lived with me. Douglas also moved to Rogers Park, but found a studio apartment off Howard Avenue, at the El terminus.  I believe there was a crack house across the hall, and once he heard gunshots while walking on Howard Avenue.  We were on very opposite sides of Sheridan Road.  

In January 1991, the first patrician from Kennebunkport, Maine announced that Operation Desert Storm – the First Iraq War – would be televised live; we all pulled up chairs around the TV.  Tal Lekberg, my carpenter friend, was in the Coast Guard and had been called to active duty in the Persian Gulf.  Not knowing if he would return home alive, he brought his entire collection of single malt Scotch Whiskey to our apartment – at least two dozen bottles – asking me to safeguard it.  “It’s okay if you drink it.  Maybe some will remain if I return.”  Like a fox guarding the hen house, we heartily imbibed while watching the destruction of the cradle of civilization, in pursuit of the quest for oil.  

December 1991, Douglas and Laurie had decided to get married, and Douglas pined to be wed in Paris, at the Cathedral of Notre Dame, I as their witness.  It made great sense and we all bought tickets, flew across the pond; I arrived first, Douglas and Laurie a day or two later.  A friend arranged an apartment for me, and Laurie knew someone from the U of C who had a flat there.  We met and celebrated love in Paris, when we were young and all life easily opened before us.  But Notre Dame was not so easily scheduled and the wedding did not take place.  We took the train south to Chartres, and beside the Cathedral I ran the table at a bakery beside the nave doors.  I bought one of everything and together we ate pastries, at the foot of Chartres Cathedral.  It was grand.  Essentially they were married then, but officially it took two months more.  

In February 1992 Douglas and Laurie got married.  In April I moved off-grid, to Holmes County, Florida’s “red-neck riviera,” to a swamp along the Choctawhatchee River.  Such was the synchronicity of the times, that even the swamp had a role in library automation.  

In the tradition of eccentric booksellers, Bob Allenson seems worthy of mention.  He is a third-generation bookseller of religious literature but his passion is making bibliographies of rare antiquarian books; his “John Henry Newman, 1801 – 1890: A Preliminary Register of Editions from 1818 to 1890, Together with Original Editions Published Posthumously” is the definitive catalog of Newman’s work.  Sometime in the 1980s he was hired by the American Theological Library Association to select the texts that would be digitized for their online corpus of theological literature. Bob was still working on that when I moved there. 

Alec R. Allenson, Inc., was launched in London, then relocated to Baltimore, Maryland and eventually to Naperville, Illinois.  Bob’s father was a businessman who created a successful company selling textbooks and research materials to Christian seminarians.  Bob is a Quaker, committed to social justice who joined the March to Selma and has little interest in business.  By 1979, he had decided to remove himself from the mainstream culture and purchased acreage along the Choctawhatchee River in rural Westville, Florida, population 261.  Wanting to get away, he found his spot.  A friend and I packed the Naperville bookstore – a most remarkable experience – and shipped five semi-trailers of books to the swamp, where Bob’s son-in-law Caleb had built two pole-barn houses where the books would be stored, for sale.  

I had kept in touch with Bob, and he asked me to help him with the business.  To my mind, at the age of 31, moving off-grid seemed a most sensible thing to do.  In April of 1992, Brian and Douglas drove me to Union Station in Chicago, we said goodbye, then I climbed aboard Amtrak’s “City of New Orleans” southbound, down the Mississippi River to New Orleans.  I spent the night at a hostel, then boarded a Greyhound Bus east, along the Mississippi and Alabama coast.  Somewhere along Florida State Route 20 I got off the bus, then rode my bike north. The Sheriff and his men stopped and questioned me – I stood out like a sore thumb – but let me continue and eventually Bob and his wife Dorothy Ann drove down to pick me up.  

Bob embodied his Quaker ideals by visiting prisoners in the State Penitentiary, and, for honesty and transparency, by wearing no clothes.  I recall Bob in his kitchen, holding a glass of white wine, cooking ratatouille and lamb chops, discussing the Christian mystics Swedenborg and Meister Eckhart, all while standing buck naked in his birthday suit.  To the question, “what’s the recent weather like over there Bob? I’m trying to figure out what to wear?” he replied “Well as far as I’m concerned, you don’t need to wear anything at all.” My guess is he wore clothes to the State Penitentiary.  

There was no work to be done, and neither electricity nor running water, so in the swamp – which was, in fact, an oxygen factory – I mostly sat, listened and read.  Storm clouds would amass over the Gulf of Mexico, then by afternoon would float north overhead.  Almost daily, rain like a typhoon fell, massive amounts of water, relieving the humidity.  Caleb and his family also lived in the swamp and at night we would paddle on the river, I in front with a flashlight, scanning for the green eyes of alligators at the water’s level.  Once found, they would drop beneath the water and silently swim away, even beneath our canoe.  Caleb laughed at his unseasoned passenger from the North.   

Eventually it became clear that life there was not sustainable and so I returned to Deerfield, and then unexpectedly, moved out west to Prescott, Arizona.  I settled into a trailer, at the foot of a butte, near Skull Valley.  By coincidence I had been introduced to an older gentleman, who was active in trading agricultural commodities.  Given my background, he was curious of my interests and offered to introduce me to a financier he knew, who purportedly had helped launch McDonald’s Corporation.  He had two conditions: I needed to write a Business Plan and get the approval of the Senior Chairman of the Board of McDonald’s Corporation.  No small task, although the writing seemed more daunting than the approval, so willing to shovel coal, I was willing to get to work.  

The Chicago Tribune had announced an architecture competition for public housing, to redesign the Cabrini-Green projects.  I entered.  I had met Paolo Soleri, the architect and urban planner – a visionary, widely overlooked – who had built Cosanti and Arcosanti based upon the design of medieval cities of the Italian countryside; he advocated a hyper-dense city surrounded by open space and the natural environment.   Living on the high desert, in a trailer with no phone or TV, I began to ponder the social contract, how design manifests those ideas, and the coming impact of unlimited access to information.  


New Orleans, The Library of Congress, the pits

In the summer of 1988 we traveled to New Orleans, another food-rich destination, for the ALA Annual Conference.  What I experienced changed the direction of my life: Thos Moser Cabinetmakers, from Auburn, Maine, had a vast display of its solid Cherry tables and study carrels, Ash-spindled chairs and rockers. I stopped in my tracks, in awe that people built this…by hand!   Douglas thrived in the virtual world of IT but I was drawn to the tactile, the tangible, the act of making. 

RMG continued to grow, more people hired to word process the documents until we outgrew our office in a two-bedroom condominium in a residential high-rise.  The condo-building did not allow an office but we were on a mission so we expanded into the condominium next door.  Pat McClintock, a librarian from Kentucky joined the team.  RMG already had an office on the East Coast – inside the DC Beltway – and would soon add one in Southern California.  

RMG Consultants ran the table during that era, its client list grew to more than 1,000 libraries internationally:

  • The Library of Congress & national libraries of Australia, New Zealand, South Africa. 
  • Academic and research libraries throughout the U.S., Australia, New Zealand and South Africa, and in Abu Dhabi, Canada, Egypt, Kuwait 
  • State library agencies and public libraries throughout the U.S. – small, medium, large, very large 
  • Urban public libraries, including, e.g.: NYPL, Brooklyn, Queens, Miami-Dade, Cincinnati, Cleveland, Cuyahoga County, Dallas, Dayton, DC Public, Fort Worth, LA County, Hong Kong Public Libraries, Shanghai Library 
  • Many library automation consortia, of all types and sizes – including the largest public, academic, and multi-type ones — in the U.S., Australia, South Africa 
  • Public sector library jurisdictions: e.g., city, county, province, school, state, regional libraries. 

Our work days began slowly, then built to a crescendo when deadlines loomed.  The Consultants pushed deadlines to the last, which meant we lived or died by overnight delivery.  FedEx is commonplace today, but in the 1980s it was revolutionary.  FedEx began as a college term paper idea in 1965 – when Douglas was 1 – but officially took flight in April 1973 when 14 aircraft delivered 186 packages to 26 US cities.  The “Overnight Letter” was not offered until 1981 which is just about when Rob launched RMG Consultants.  RMG relied on the “Overnight Letter;” it allowed extra time, which ensured deadlines were pressed harder, later. We would work until the very last minute, then I would run to my car, beeline to the near west side, to make the 9pm deadline.  I knew the FedEx staff on a first name basis.  

Where I am a dreamer, Douglas was street smart and resourceful.  More than once, after meeting the deadline we would let loose and head deeper into the barrio, to Humboldt Park.  A neighborhood not for an Anglo after dark, Douglas knew just where to go, what to say, how to buy on the street.  It is all legal now, so we were just ahead of our time, but it was edgy, the very sharp edge of danger which Douglas knew how to navigate.  

In the summer of 1989, Rob was offered a corporate consultancy with Sears Roebuck & Company the consumer goods behemoth. It was not a typical RMG assignment but the job paid well and growth requires cash flow. Rob reached out to Howard Dillon for help, an action that would forever change Douglas’ life and generations going forward. 

Howard knew of a young librarian, a single mother, in the Business Library at the University of Chicago.  Interested in new opportunities, she agreed to take on the job.  Her first day on site went well.  Erik Lekberg, a part-timer on our team, went along as her assistant.  Afterwards he spoke admiringly of her acumen, praised her humor, “She was a lot of fun to work with!”

And so Laurie Nelson met Douglas.  They worked well together.  Laurie felt that spark and Douglas fanned that flame. Laurie, and her daughter Emily, became a part of our pod;  Laurie and I were in our thirties, Douglas and Brian in their twenties, Emily not even ten, we had great fun together, endlessly.  

RMG moved that year into a new office – a legitimate office space – with a conference room, word processing area, private office for Pat and room for Rob anywhere. We added more staff. We continued to grow.  Erik Lekberg’s brother Tal was a skilled carpenter who helped me finish the space and then I painted the walls. We moved in and RMG moved forward. Then I was offered a job at the Chicago Board of Trade on the financial futures floor. As I told Rob and Pat that I was leaving, I felt I was breaking a bond but they were gracious and understood.   

My Father and Grandfather were stock and bond men, but I was drawn – for an unknown reason – to financial futures and options and so I worked on the floor of the Chicago Board of Trade’s 30-Year U.S. Treasury Bond futures.  The “open outcry” auction is long gone, but in those days brokers and traders stood jammed into “pits” where they would scream at each other, waving their arms in bright colored jackets, buying or selling more than $645 billion dollars worth – per day – of US Treasury bond futures.  Capitalism in its most raw pure form.  I began as a lowly runner then was promoted to “squawker” providing the “play-by-play” commentary via the telephone to the Prudential Bache trading desk in lower Manhattan.  It was a macabre and unappealing place to work, but the experience would prove providential.  

Enterprising computer scientists could make a fortune through library automation and as the new decade dawned the marketplace began to mature.  Mergers and acquisitions began and Data Research Associates, one of the legacy automation firms, went public with an IPO in 1992.   

Data Research Associates was the brainchild of Mike Mellinger, a larger-than-life software engineer, who studied Applied Math & Computer Science at Washington University, class of 1971, then wrote the ATLAS software for the St Louis Public Library and Cleveland Public Library.  In the tradition of the authoritarian tech entrepreneur, Mellinger created the product and remained the most technically astute person in the company.  Rob describes him as among the two most brilliant software engineers in the industry; Vinod Chachra, the other member of that pantheon enters our story three years later, in 1995.  

When Mellinger took DRA public, the installed user base had grown to 1,584 libraries, and its revenues were the 4th largest in the industry.  Rob McGee’s influence was through contract negotiations, on behalf of libraries that purchased the ATLAS system.  Rob’s breadth of knowledge and ruthless objectivity were brought fully to bear at the negotiating table.  Mellinger and McGee would tenaciously have at it, the vendor driven by the profit motive, while the consultant served as advocate to the library.  Rob’s strategic advantage was that he knew how Mike was thinking, and thus – like a chess match – anticipated his moves.  Rob was able to win, which drove performance standards higher, ensuring greater access to information for the library end-user.  Rob’s approach was win-win: DRA gained the windfall of a signed contract, while the library enjoyed heightened user service.  Having been present at the creation, Rob matured his leadership through contract negotiations.

Like battlefield attorneys who litigate by day, then share a cocktail after hours, nothing was ad hominem.  McGee and Mellinger shared the highest respect for each other.  DRA used the IPO proceeds to acquire two other vendors, increasing their annual revenues to $38.6 Million.  Many vendors, though, chose to remain private, pocketing the robust cash flows from subscription revenues.   

4 August 1991


The Vatican, Civil Rights, Hyde Park, San Francisco

William Madison Randall was born 1899 in the Detroit suburb of Belleville. He graduated Central High School at age 16 but due to his young age, completed another year of post-graduate study. He went on to pursue a Bachelor’s and Master’s degree in linguistics at the University of Michigan and worked in the university library helping to reclassify the book collection.

In 1924, Randall enrolled at the Hartford Theological Seminary to begin work on a Ph.D. in Islamic Philosophy, when he was invited by the Carnegie Endowment for International Peace to reorganize and catalog the Vatican Library. There he befriended Eugene Gabriel Tisserant: scholar, librarian and archivist of the Holy Roman Church with whom he became lifelong friends.

Tisserant served as the Vatican Librarian; was Dean of the Sacred College of Cardinals in 1951; presided over the board of presidents at Vatican Council II (1962-1965); accompanied Pope Paul VI on his major voyages to the five continents. In testimony to their friendship, Cardinal Tisserant’s archives are housed with Randall’s at the University of North Carolina Wilmington.

In 1929, William Randall graduated from the Hartford Theological Seminary summa cum laude and became Associate Professor of Library Science at the University of Chicago. He authored several books on Library Science and founded Library Quarterly, a scholarly journal still published today. Twice he traveled to the Middle East on fellowships to research Arabic manuscripts. He spoke 30 languages.

During World War II, Randall was commissioned a Major in the U.S. Army Air Force, sent to Cairo, Egypt as a liaison officer for the British Air Transport Command and then to Accra to assist in the organization of the African branch of the Command. He became an intelligence agent with the Office of Strategic Services in 1943, reporting to the Pentagon and President Roosevelt concerning the Middle East. He spoke Arabic and stories are told that dressed as a waiter he served dinner to Erwin Rommel, the German “Desert Fox,” while gleaning intel for FDR.

In September of 1951, Randall and his first wife were involved in a car accident about ten miles outside of Wilmington, North Carolina. News of the accident spread and Randall was offered, then appointed Dean of Wilmington College. In 1954, Randall married Mary Johnson McGee, who had a son, Robert McGee, from a previous marriage.

Rob McGee had grown up in the segregated South, the world of separate and unequal, then came of age during the era of Emmitt Till’s murder; Rosa Park’s refusal to get out of her seat; the “Southern Manifesto” of Senators and congressmen declaring as unconstitutional the Brown v Board of Education Supreme Court decision; and, in 1957, the Civil Rights Act. The world was changing and William Madison Randall, a “Renaissance Man” of rare breadth infused in Rob a global perspective, inspired him to think beyond the present, to go forward to the future.

When Rob landed in Chicago’s Hyde Park his vision was broad, his work ethic deep, he developed three successive nationally-funded state-of-the art integrated library systems (ILS). Rob served as deputy to Charles T. Payne, Systems Development Librarian, and produced the proposals, systems requirements, systems designs, technical plans, and library automation planning processes that continually advanced the state-of-the-art of library automation. The proof of concept of an integrated library system was developed by Charles Payne at the University of Chicago. Rob was present at the creation.

Hyde Park always attracts stellar talent. Howard Dillon had left OSU and become the Librarian of the Graduate School of Education at Harvard University but in 1975 he joined the U of C Library as Associate Director for Public Services. Howard became part of a strategic thinking group, four librarians – including Rob and Charles Payne – and he recalls, “I remember lunch times when the four of us would head off campus to the cafeteria of one of the nearby theological seminaries for blue-sky thinking or the summer days when we gathered on benches in Harper Quadrangle to eat sack lunches and mull over our ideas and challenges.” Of note, Charles Payne’s nephew is “that skinny kid with the funny name,” former Professor of Law at the University of Chicago: Barack Hussein Obama II. But that is not my story to tell. Mine is the story of library automation and how it changed the life of Douglas Lee Woodhouse.

At the vanguard of library automation Rob McGee saw the need to educate librarians, trustees, and administrators in issues and solutions. Early in 1987 he asked me to organize, promote and manage the first RMG seminar series at the ALA Annual Conference in San Francisco in July. There were multiple offerings, each requiring detailed documents, copied onto different colored paper to easily identify the offerings. Still in the hard copy era and given the cost and time of shipping, I had to make, collate, staple and sort all of it after we arrived in San Francisco. I also had to manage the registration as more than 200 librarians had signed up.

The RMG Seminars became a staple of the ALA Conferences, for 31 years. At the Summer Annual conference, RMG spoke to the librarians. At the Mid-Winter, RMG’s Annual Presidents’ Seminars (The View from the Top) would invite global ILS company executives to focus on industry initiatives and trends. Rob McGee developed the topics and themes, and lead the seminars, which consistently identified trends and predicted the future of library automation. Driven to teach and to lead, Rob worked both sides of the aisle, education always the goal. On a personal note, in San Francisco, 1987, I discovered the joy of an expense account in an extraordinary food town. Rob’s trust in me was absolute.

In August, Douglas pulled into town and, on the strength of the seminar program things really picked up. Douglas began as a filing clerk and helped on word processing. He had an aptitude for technology, a moxie about business, the work load was increasing: his timing was ideal.

There was a spark between Douglas and me, and given my temperament – ready, willing and able to shovel coal – and Douglas’ unique capacity to fan the flame, our spark ignited combustion which we converted into growth. Brian, my brother, provided ballast, through his rigorously keen mind and a willingness to wrestle ideas with Douglas and me, both in the office or while throwing darts or drinking beer after work. We three formed an easy and effective team.

Rob’s value proposition was simple: if we kept up with his pace, he gave us carte blanche. He trusted Douglas, Brian and me to make the right decisions, and looking back says, “I got the good part of the deal…all that we were able to accomplish as a team, all on the fly.” His demands were intense: driven, tenacious, unyielding, unconditionally committed to access to information, libraries as a civic space, a learning opportunity. His negotiating style was to dominate the vendor on behalf of his client, even correcting, during negotiations, the grammar of vendors’ contracts. His breadth of knowledge was vast, his attention to detail a laser focus, and we three kept the operation steady, stable and growing.

To be continued…

…next week…Thos Moser in NOLA; going global; love at the threshold; life in the pits, open outcry 30-Year U.S. Treasury Bond futures…