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Dana Zak
30 Locust Street
Brattleboro, VT 05301
802-257-2446
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40th
Reunion
– Dana Zak
Olney is one of two major influences on my life, and most certainly
the one that shaped its direction. Olney was an unexpected and
undeserved gift that I took lightly (if I gave it any thought) while I
was a student. Some of this thoughtless is only natural --- who knows
what the future will bring and what influences will shape one’s path?
Some of this thoughtlessness (in my case) is the result of just plain
ignorance. My gratitude to and amazement at the forbearance and care
of the Olney community has grown with time. I don’t think I’m unique
in this; anyone taking time to read The Current and this note
has their own understand and experience of this.
Well, with that ponderous declaration out of the way, what’s been
going on in the real world?
Employment: I’m in my 22nd year in Information Services at
a local hospital. I don’t know if I’m comfortable with the idea of
being the “old man” of the department. When I started, it was possible
to know everything about Operations, Applications, Hardware,
Networking, and users! Now, Good Luck with getting a handle on any one
of the above. My position (a loosely defined notion) still spans them,
but I think I’ve gotten to the memory saturation point: Something new
comes in, something old gets shoved out, with no likelihood of getting
a larger disk drive. My co-workers and I share lots of laughing and
teeth gnashing. Some call this manic depression, others call it
Information Services.
Family: Deb and I have been together for 20 years, and share much of
the same “take” on living (this is through growth and change on both
our parts). We live in a 100 year old house that’s required a lot of
renovation/rehabilitation and we’ve done most of it ourselves. The
kids have flown. Matt’s out in
Kalispell
,
MT
cooking and DJ’ing. Five years ago
he drove out with classmate Bill White’s son. Bill’s daughter is still
out in that area. Emily (Earlham grad) has just relocated to Golden,
CO with a fellow she met in Providence, RI, whose mother teaches at
the high school (in Plymouth, MI) I attended before Olney. It seems
apparent that the apples don’t fall far from the tree!
I’ll leave off by inserting a poem by Theodore Roethke that’s been on
my mind lately:
THE WAKING
