Standard boilerplate: There are a couple of ways to follow me on this trip. I've tried to make the narrative a complete summary, but I've used links to other web sites to provide additional details and sometimes pictures. You can either stick with the basic narrative or explore the various links. At the time this album was created the links were all valid, but the WWW is in constant flux and that can change. If you encounter broken links, please send me some email.

In 1972 I was working for the U.S. Army Computer Systems Command (USACSC) as a civilian trainee computer programmer. I had completed my six month classroom training and was now in the 18 month "OJT" portion of the training. The program I was assigned to was called "VTAADS" for Vertical Army Authorization Documents System. I forget whether the "T" was a second component of VerTical or if it stood for Tactical. I kinda think the latter, but I'm not sure. It was a long time ago. In general the intent behind the system was to document requests and approvals to ensure that Army units got the personnel and materiel that they needed.

The parts of the system that had been assigned to me were the programs (written in COBOL) that took the initial inputs, on punched cards in that day and age, and analyzed them for consistency and proper formats. Bad inputs were rejected with messages and good inputs were forwarded to downstream programs for action. What all this means is that I was the one person who best understood how the data were to be fed into the system.

As the Army prepared to roll-out the system to bases world-wide, someone needed to examine the various manual systems in use at the target sites, decide what pieces went where, and then write the specifications for programs that would be written locally to create the proper data inputs for the new system. That person would be me, at least initially. What a plum assignment! I got a few nice boondoggles, er, hard-working business trips, before moving on to other things. The first such trip was to the Panama Canal Zone. In those days the Canal Zone was not, repeat, NOT, part of Panama. It was part of the USA.



Panama countryside

I travelled with Major Al Fische, who would give some official credibility to this VERY junior programmer.

I gave poor Al fits when we were arranging the flights to Panama City. My airline preferences were, perhaps, unusual. I wouldn't fly Braniff because they made their cabin attendants wear stupid uniforms. I wouldn't fly another then-popular and now-non-existent airline that named its planes after women and then had an advertising slogan on the lines of "Fly Betty to Florida." I no longer remember what airline we flew, but we eventually got there.

We were met at the airport by Al's friend Lt. Col. Charlie O'Connell. We would be staying with him and his wife while in the Canal Zone.

Panama Canal

We really did work hard while there. I met with the techies and advised them on the system requirements. Al met with the Pooh-bahs and explained how the Army needed to standardize the systems, and they could no longer continue with their home-grown systems that had worked for years. I expect I had the easier of those two jobs.

On a couple of days after work, we did get a chance to tour parts of the Canal Zone. One entire day we were able to take off on a fishing trip while the local folks organized their data for subsequent approval.

The bridge is known as the Bridge of the Americas. At the time it carried the Pan-American Highway.

Canal Lock

There are a pair of locks at Miraflores on the Pacific end of the canal. We were told that the lock doors, seen here, could be operated manually by a single man if needed in an emergency. At most times, of course, they are automated.

Wikipedia has a good description of the operation of the canal locks.

Even though the locks were huge at the time they were constructed in 1914, even by the time I visited they were too small. There had been plans for expansion since the 1930s, but it wasn't until 2007 that an expansion project was finally begun. It is scheduled for completion in 2016 (the year that I'm getting this online).

Panama mules

Ships are pulled through the locks by these electric locomotive called "mules" in honor of hard-working canal livestock of the past.

Ship waiting for the locks

Here are a couple of ships waiting to transit the locks. The lock doors will only open when the water levels are equal.

Ship entering the lock

The mule is pulling the grey ship through the locks.

Dixie Tompkins & Charlie O'Connell

I mentioned above that one day we went fishing. Lake Gatun forms a major part of the canal and it is wide enough that there is plenty of room for pleasure craft alongside the global shipping lanes.

Charlie O'Connell (R) was our host and Dixie Tompkins (L) was his friend and one of the computer folks that I had been working with. I don't recall if the boat was Dixie's or if they shared ownership.

Theresa Tompkins

Dixie's wife Theresa.

Since there is plenty of space for commentary here, I must say that I really enjoyed my short stay in Panama. The residences were built up on stilts with a garage and patio below the house. Every afternoon it rained and after work we would gather on the patio for a drink. Howler monkeys were common in the area and their distinctive calls added to the tropical flavor.

Some years afterward at a different job I had a colleague who had spent his childhood in the Canal Zone. We agreed that in principal colonialism stinks, but in practice it was pretty fine -- for the colonial authorities.

It was in Panama that I had my first experience with Mongolian Barbeque. It wasn't until many years later that I found it again. When Jim and I lived in Mountain View, CA, we used to frequent Colonel Lee's Mongolian BBQ (alas, now closed). In addition to the BBQ it had a soft-serve-it-yourself ice cream machine for dessert. Yum yum!

I also made my first (and last) acquaintance with the concoction called a Harvey Wallbanger while on this fishing trip. Yikes!


Chique O'Connell

Charlie's wife Chique. She was a very gracious hostess.

These were all very nice folks and we had a fun time together.

One of the exciting things about fishing in Lake Gatun was the necessity of watching carefully for submerged tree stumps! The lake is artificial and the forests that were flooded when it was created in the early 20th century were simply left. The rising water drowned the trees and their tops eventually rotted away, but the water preserved the stumps, which could be seen just below the water line. They were still tall enough to cause damage to the boat or its motor if we weren't careful.

The stumps made for good fishing grounds, though, so we carefully threaded our way through them looking for a good catch.

My fish

As it happened, I was the only lucky fisher that day! I don't remember if we kept the fish for supper or not. It's a big 'un, but it wouldn't feed six people.

Al Fische

My colleague Al Fische. He looks pretty glum at his lack of fishing luck.

Al, who was "Reserve Army," and Charlie, who was "Regular Army," had spirited discussions over the merits of the distinction, which seems to have been abolished in the years since. At the time a Reserve officer (not to be confused with Army Reserves, which is a different kettle of fish altogether) was somewhat restricted as to length of service (20 years) and maximum rank (Lt. Col.).

In later years while working as a civilian contractor for the Air Force Data Services Center, I learned that the process was different in that service. At that time, at least, an individual officer might have two different ranks: one in the "regular" Air Force and another, typically higher, in the "reserve" Air Force.

Our fishing trip had an unexpected ending. The boat's engine died leaving us stranded. We only had one paddle, which wasn't going to get us very far. Luckily we flagged down another fishing boat and the folks agreed to tow us back to the marina!

It was a great experience and a grand trip. I had lots of fabulous business trips, and this first one set the pattern.

Oh, and the transition to the new system went quite smoothly.

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