Sunday, August 27, 2006

Okay Adri, What's up?

I've woken up exhausted for the past two mornings because I'm dreaming so vividly. And in the dreams you are trying to tell me something.

Friday night/Saturday morning I dreamed I was in your kitchen looking for a set of wine glasses. Couldn't figure out where they were or what had happened, but I HAD to find them. You WANTED me to find them. Then I realized that it wasn't a house but a condo and that there were riots going on outside, and the Fox News reporter covering the riots was being a racist jerk and I wanted throw something at him, but you'd put screens in the windows so I couldn't.

Then this morning I kept dreaming you wanted me to help Tom with his stalled Porche sitting in an intersection, and instead he and I went for a walk, and then moved the car, but that was only after I was at a conference with Dad where we were discussing travel options with a lot of other doctors, and Dad was smoking a cigarette to help him deal with the stress.



I can't say why I know, but it seems very obvious that you want me to do something. Or to know something.
Whatever it is, please don't ever worry that you will be forgotten. No matter what, THAT WON'T HAPPEN.
Still, a sign would be nice.

Either that, or I am going completely bat shit crazy. Which is entirely possible.

I'm doing okay. I'm busy and we have a lot of work to do around the house to get ready for Dad and the dogs. We are planning on taking up all the carpet in the house (wall to wall, and it's past due anyway) and then sealing the floors and painting them with outdoor porch paint. We'll actually be painting the plywood sub floors, but until things are more settled here I don't want to put any other flooring in. It will be an adventure.... Since we are planning on moving Dad down here mid October, and I'm due to be in the Caucasus (Former Soviet not Iowa) and then Istnanbul for about 3 weeks before that... I gotta get going!

Okay Lovie, I need to get moving. I need to find out what is going on with the Black Sea Project. Yipee?
Actually, it will be an interesting project and I'm looking forward to being in Istanbul.

Let's chat more soon. I miss you A. So when you are ready for me to know what you want me to know, please PLEASE let me know. And if anyone else has an idea, that would be cool too.

Kissy kissy!
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Saturday, August 19, 2006

Dear Adri,

Since you were there...


Need I say more?

Heeheeheehee

Kissy Kissy!

Miss you!
Mary Posted by Picasa

Thursday, August 17, 2006

(As young as 9, Mary became familiar with the concept of "embracing her inner bitch". Photo by Gloria, Stepmother #2 for all of 11 months. HA!) Dear Adri,

It would be really nice to hear you tell me that I am insane right now. You are right I am. But for so many years you used to say "For those of us who know you and love you anyway...."

Okay, honestly, it took me a while to really understand that. But I really do treasure it now. Of course, I've also found that with time getting tight for work and a lot of work coming in, I'm able to negotiate a bit more agressively than I felt I could before. Of course having Tim and Martin back me up helps too. They are awesome guys to work with. You knew Tim, of course, and Martin is this great guy we're working with. He'd definitely be one of your "kids" if you all had met. His father died a few months before you so maybe you guys can catch up? I think you'd like each other.

Anyway, so I'm getting a bit fiercer about what I am willing to do and what I'm not. It's honestly a nice feeling.
Yesterday it struck me that last year, on just ONE project I actually gave away more than a months worth of my time. I knew I was doing it (sort of) and I understood why (for the most part) but it did not really pan out like I'd envisioned. It was a tough lesson to learn. On the other hand, that time is gone. It was a month out of my life in a year I was too busy to go see Moose or hang out with you.

The bite of that is really bitter. But it serves as a good reminder not to get so focused on work that I forget to spend time with the people (and beasties) that I love. The same folks I did the months worth of pro bono work for have asked me to help out again with a similar arrangement. Promised future work, plus a reduced rate now....hmmmm?

When I got to thinking about it, and how busy I am, and how crazy things have been for the last few years, and how much I regret not spending more time with you, or with Moose, it really was a sharp gut punch. I decided I'll do free work for them again when they can give me that month back in last year. That seems like a fair arrangement to me.

So anyway, I refused to do the free work. I may do a bit for them under very strict limits, but as my friend Tim Hannan said to me: Mary, as long as you are willing to work for free, they will be glad to pay you that.

Deep, huh?

Of course, as part of some work I'm doing for Tim T. and with Martin, I'm tracking my time meticulously, in terms of billable and non-billable. It's very interesting. It's an odd motivator and definitely focuses my thoughts. (Okay and this has been a .3 hr diversion now hasn't it? = translated cost about $20.) Damn - and here I thought blogs were free...

OKay, yes, you are right. There is such thing as taking it too far. And remembering priorities.

Yesterday afternoon, after meeting a friend for coffee who has one of the coolest kids (James's age) I know, and having a great time with her (and being a bit manic, but that happens with a Large Dark Cuppa), and swimming for a bit, and working and negotiating etc. I decided to go out with James driving. He needs hours for his temps so we headed out into the country side. It was a nice way to spend some time with my incredibly cool kid. He really is such a trooper and such a neat person. (Yes, even as an evil teenager) While we were out, I mentioned that a friend and former professor (Han Park) lived near by. So we did an impromtu drop in. I haven't seen Han for about a year and his wife for more than 2. It was great to see him again. He's really the personification of Yoda, and always interesting to talk to. I miss working with him at Globis, but of course, time is short. But again, it was great to "invest" a little time in a short visit, and better yet to do it with James.

I may not have met my "hours quota" yesterday, but it was a good one nonetheless. I guess you could say I met my "Karmic Quota". Now if I can only figure out which column to put that in to in my spread sheet. . .

Speaking of which, I ought to head home. After all the boys will want to watch "Who wants to be a Super Hero?" and I hate to seeing it with them!!

And yeah. I can let my inner bitch do my negotiating for work from now on. It felt good.

Miss you lots.

Kissy kissy!!
Mary

p.s. if you are involved in the monarch butterfly that keeps visiting Dad, keep it up. He really likes it!!


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Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Hi Adri!!

Okay, well this is the deal. I'm now officially and insanely swamped with work. If the contracts I'm currently negotiating materialize, I was work myself into oblivion over the next few months. That being said, I hope you are keeping an eye on this, because as an independent consultant, I know you worried about me when times were quite a bit more lean. Maybe you are the one pulling all those strings?

Speaking of people who have ad an "influence" I had a fun experience today. Markus, my Dissertation Director, is up for a Full Professor promotion. In the Political Sci. and International Affairs departments of SPIA, NO ONE in the past 20 years has been promoted this far. It's sort of mind boggling, especially as all the Full's are looking to retire. But Markus has been working hard, and it was fun to get to write a letter of recommendation for him. This is a photo of us at some point in my graduate career. He needed manure for his garden so we spent an afternoon out at the barn giving each other shit. Literally.


To Whom It May Concern:

I am writing in support of Dr. Markus M. L. Crepaz for his promotion to Full Professor at the University of Georgia. I strongly support this promotion, and believe that he will continue to be a strong asset to the University, the School for Public and International Affairs, and the many students he works with through this role. He has tremendous dedication to teaching, advancement of knowledge and academic inquiry that will be able to reach fruition through his tenure as Full Professor at University of Georgia. His highly renowned reputation in the scholarly community combined with his commitment to excellence are the hallmarks of University faculty, as a Full Professor he will continue to influence the reputation of the University of Georgia.

My experiences with Dr. Crepaz were during my MA and Ph.D. work within the Department of Political Science between 1994 and 2001. Dr. Crepaz served as a member of my Master’s Thesis Committee, and was the Director of my Ph.D. Dissertation. My experiences throughout my graduate program were largely shaped by his guidance, support and unwaveringly high expectations.

His rigorous demands on me as a graduate student were at times daunting, yet he set the standards that I learned I could not only meet but exceed. He also taught me to set these standards for myself and to strive beyond them. Graduate school was a very intellectually challenging period for me, as a good graduate program should be and Dr. Crepaz’s guidance and dedication to teaching me to improve upon my own work always bolstered my resolve, and shaped my professional development. I recognized that I was incredibly fortunate to have a faculty member take such a keen interest in my work, to objectively critique my arguments and teach me to closely evaluate my assumptions. Though I was one of his first graduate students, I know the focused treatment that my work received is still the primary trait of his reputation with graduate students in the program today.

As a MA and Ph.D. student, I had many classes with Dr. Crepaz, and found them to be quite demanding and challenging. He allowed me to explore areas of my own topical interest within the theoretical arguments of the particular course. One particular paper I wrote as an MA student applied principal agent theory to the International Energy Agency and the 1973 and 1979 OPEC oil embargoes. While Dr. Crepaz had no specialization in international energy policy, he was able to help me develop an argument within the paper that led me to a much greater understanding of the theories he was teaching. Throughout my course work, he was always flexible in allowing me to choose the topics I was interested in that would allow me apply the theories the course explored. As a result, these theories and approached came to life and became much more significant to me.

My topical interest in comparative politics differed significantly from Dr. Crepaz and many students and graduate faculty may have found that a reason for us not to work together. However I recognized that his high standards and rigorous methodology would be critical in my academic development, and asked him to serve on my MA committee. Though he was not my MA director, throughout the drafting of my thesis, his comments were always the most critical, the most closely considered and the most demanding. His influence shaped my thesis far more than any other committee members, and I learned that in order to work with him in the future I would have to be prepared to stretch well beyond my intellectual comfort zone. The thesis was presented at a national conference following its completion and received high acclaim from the panel and audience alike.

When I entered the Ph.D. program, my research interests differed from those of Dr. Crepaz, yet he continued to support my intellectual development and understanding of the materials with patience, demanding standards and full attention to my work. He encouraged me to present papers at many national and regional conferences, to take on challenging opportunities such as editing a symposium for Policy Studies Journal, and to take advantage of the wide range of academic opportunities available at the University. By the time I concluded my Ph.D. course work, I had taken courses not only in the Political Science Department, but in Public Administration, Economics, Sociology, the Institute of Ecology, and the UGA Law School.

Whenever I was taking other courses, Dr. Crepaz was eager to discuss them with me, asking how the course applied to my academic interests, how I was able to transfer theories and methodological approaches from one discipline to the other, and how these disciplines were comparable. Even though I may not have been taking classes with him at the time, he was always engaged in my development, as he continued to teach me to think from a comparative perspective. His mentoring taught me to ask myself challenging questions that would greatly enhance my graduate experience and intellectual abilities, and professional development.

As a Ph.D. student, I took as many courses with Dr. Crepaz as possible, knowing that I would be challenged, stretched, and engaged with the materials to a degree that I was not in some of my other courses. His interest in my work always encouraged creativity, learning through my areas of interest, and setting ever higher standards for myself. While some other students in my cohort felt he was too demanding, I recognized that he is professor who is willing to devote significant time to students, carefully helping them craft their arguments, and encouraging them to strive beyond their own boundaries in order to fully embrace the materials. I knew that he would help me make the most out of my investment in graduate school, and I wanted that experience.

For my Ph.D. dissertation I originally planned to explore an issue area closely aligned to the professional work of Dr. Crepaz. However, I came to realize that the work I was doing was not what I found to be the most stimulating for myself, and continuing to do it would not serve my long term professional interest. I decided to change dissertation topics. In a pivotal meeting with Dr. Crepaz, he and I discussed my new dissertation topic. He raised legitimate, well articulated concerns about my decision and the future of my professional development. He also offered that I may want to work with another faculty member whose area specialization was closer to my new topic. However, I recognized that the project I had set out for myself would be methodologically demanding, and would require that I work with someone who had solid expertise in both the theories and methods I sought to test. I also know Dr. Crepaz would help me to write the most solid dissertation I could.

Dr. Crepaz agreed to work with me, and helped me to assemble a committee that would compliment the development of my dissertation. While other committee members were interested in my work, I found that Dr. Crepaz continued to help me to set the highest standards for myself, and to challenge my thinking, my assumptions and my own limitations. As I was drafting the dissertation, I received regular assistance from Dr. Crepaz. His approach was not as a director telling me how I must take each step, but rather more of a mentor, encouraging me figure out for myself what I needed to do, and how to do it. In every step, I relied on the critical eye I developed from my earlier work with him, and always knew he would offer supporting guidance to me when I needed it.

Throughout this intensive period, Dr. Crepaz was readily available to me, when I requested it. While other Ph.D. candidates I knew felt that their dissertation directors were only marginally involved in their work, Dr. Crepaz would gladly spend a full afternoon with me helping me to develop and refine my arguments and strengthen my approach to the puzzles my dissertation presented. Though the topic was not one he was initially familiar with, he was able to teach me to teach him about it, and together we tackled the challenges presented in the dissertation. I know that intellectual growth and enrichment I received through my work with him was a reflection of his dedication to bringing out the best in student, and teaching them approach challenges with analytical confidence.

Following the completion of my Ph.D. I accepted a tenure track position at University of South Florida teaching Environmental Policy. The market for such a specialized position is extremely tight, and to be awarded such a position as a newly minted Ph.D. was very unusual, but spoke highly of my academic aptitude. The work at USF was not as challenging or rewarding as I hoped, and when I was offered a junior partnership in a consulting firm two years later, I accepted.

I now work as a partner for Tethys Consultants, designing transboundary water management projects for the United Nations and World Bank. My work requires high levels of innovative thinking, comparative investigation of legal, social and economic frameworks, and very strong analytical skills. My social science skills, developed under the careful tutelage of Markus Crepaz are applied on a daily basis, as I address challenges of bringing multiple governments together to their harmonize environmental and water management policies. I have become internationally renowned for the high quality of my work, my innovative analysis, and ability to critically assess situations and develop creative alternatives. This stems directly from the methodological rigor and understanding I developed in my graduate program with Dr. Crepaz.

I give Dr. Crepaz my most enthusiastic recommendation for the promotion to Full Professor, and know that he is an ideal candidate for this position at the University of Georgia.

Sincerely,


Mary M. Matthews, Ph.D.


He said he really liked the letter and hopefully he'll get the promotion! (Fingers crossed)

OKay, back to work.

Miss you!!

Kissy kissy!
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Saturday, August 12, 2006

Dear Adri,

I dreamed last night that I was in the kitchen in the house in Cincinnati and Keith Burke was there with Dad and Bill and James. Keith wanted me to cook some recipe with zucchini and liquid vitamin C, but I couldn't find the liquid vitamin C anywhere in the house and we all agreed it was because you weren't around to do the shopping, so I offered to sautee it instead. Then Dad walked in wearing Keith's toupe (nice rug Keith!! and it looked so natural at A's memorial service!!)

I have learned something from this. Never eat hotdogs before going to bed. (Not that I did, but I remember that lesson from you!) And NM should not get a hair piece.

Now, to my main reason for writing. It is to let you know that should you want to wish me a happy birthday today (and if that dream was your birthday present, I take it you're hanging out with Felini these days?), it is not my 41st, as all my official documents would tell you, I am declaring it my 42nd Birthday!

Of course, this may be puzzling to you. Let me explain. First of all 41 is a prime number and it's stupid. It's not an age that garners any real respect. It just means old. But 42 has some zazz to it. It's past 41, and it's a cool age to be.

But the real reason I'm 42 now, is the my DEAREST friend Ms. Christina Magdelana Wolf had passed the day upon which her official documents would have proclaimed that she was 40. And Well, Christy just is not ready to be 40. She has some things to do in life she feels like she might want to do before the big "4-0" so she wanted some extra time.

(Here we are in Rome at the fountain Michael Angelo designed... )


Soooo, my birthday present to her is that I am taking her birthday year for her, and she can stay 39 for another year!! It works out very well and we are both pleased with it. I will continue to send her silly birthday cards about once a week (as I have for the past 8 months now) to desensitize her to the whole "getting old" thing. I especially like the ones with little old ladies checking out young men's tushies, or doing unexpected activities for octogenarians. And Ms. Christy is now somewhere in rural Peru doing an intensive Spanish language program.

Anyway, so now I am 42 and Christy is having a lovely year of youth!! (and at this rate, in another 12 years, I will be eligible for Social Security!!)

I hope you're having a good day. Dad just called to wish me a happy birthday. I know you'd be so proud of him for remembering too!! He sounds good, and I'm so excited about having him here with us.

We're off to enjoy a movie and something for dinner.

Miss you!!

TTFN,
Kissy Kissy!

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Friday, August 11, 2006

Hey! A!

See how cool it looks? The abdomen is crescent shaped and the ragged looking wings are actually on purpose. Plus it's all furry!!
Okay, It's outside now.
You can quit saying "ick!"

And hey, at least it wasn't a reptile!!

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Hi A!

I found this critter on the inside of the screen door today. He's really funky looking - like some sort of superhero moth or something. I got him out and he was very docile so I took a few photos of him. Plus he was just so neat looking. See:


Okay, I can hear you saying "YEAH!! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIGHT! You are so much like your father, now get that thing out of here!!"

To which I respond "heeheeheeeheeeheeeheeheeheeheeehee!!"

TTFN!!

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Saturday, August 05, 2006

And of course, It just wouldn't be Moscow without the seemingly canned photo of the church outside of St. Basil's.
The famous St. Basil's Cathedral was commissioned by Ivan the Terrible and built on the edge of Red Square between 1555 and 1561. Legend has it that on completion of the church the Tsar ordered the architect, Postnik Yakovlev, to be blinded to prevent him from ever creating anything to rival its beauty again. (He did in fact go on to build another cathedral in Vladimir despite his ocular impediment!) The cathedral was built to commemorate Ivan the Terrible's successful military campaign against the Tartar Mongols in 1552 in the besieged city of Kazan.

I guess that's why they called him "Ivan the Terrible", as opposed to "Ivan the Occasionally Tempramental", or "Ivan the Not Very Nice".

Of course, the Tatar Mongols might have had some other reasons. Evidently, not being too nice is okay if you are a Russian leader. Sort of respected even.

By the way, Kazan is the capital of Tatarstan now. The Tatars are the largest ethnic minority in Russia, and a significant portion of the Muslim population in Russia. They are very proud of their Mongol heritage as well. Tatarstan is an oil rich republic. In the late 1980's and early 1990's there was a belief that the Tatars would secede from Russia to either join Kazakhstan or become an independent republic. The US CIA had the Tatars targetted to create civil disturbances during the cold war. However, when Yeltsin bombed the Russian Parliament in the early 1990's as a display of his authority in the newly independent Russia, Mr. Shamiyev, the leader of Tatarstan, decided to throw his support to Yeltsin, (rather than Parliament) in a shrewd political move that ensured Tatarstan did not suffer the same fate as Chechnya several years later. (See what I learned!! That's from the MA thesis I wrote on Secessionist movements in the Former Soviet Union, comparing Tatarstan to Chechnya.) I am such a geek. Posted by Picasa
Guess what this is!An expensive store?
A museum?
A library, maybe?

Points to anyone who can tell me what this space is. Here's a hint. It's in Moscow.

Seriously,... guess.... Posted by Picasa
Another one of the Stalinist Sky Scrapers.
This is actually the Ministery of Foreign Affairs. It's an imposing building, as it was meant to be. The shere size of these buildings really does make one feel very much like a cog in the wheel of bureaucracy. Of course, there is something striking about the utlitarian beauty of these structures as well. After all, Moscow was the heart of the Soviet Bloc, and as such, needed to be a bit intimidating. Of course now Moscow is the most expensive city in the world, and so crowded that rooms in my hotel were being rented out at office space, because there is such a surge of capitalist development there. It's an odd place. I can't say that I would be eager to spend a lot of time in Moscow, but I'm glad to have seen it both before and after the Soviet Union. Of all the places I've been, in the Former Soviet Union, Moscow still holds most firmly to that identity. It's interesting to contrast that with St. Petersburg or Tbilisi or even Moscow. And yet, by far, Moscow is the most abruptly capitalist in the classic Adam Smith sort of context. The invisible hand is gropping everywhere. And it's not always pleasant. Posted by Picasa
Dear A,
You'll no doubt recognize this as one of the "seven sister" Stalinist era Sky Scrapers in Moscow. I took this from my hotel room when I was there in June. Sort of cool, eh? There are 7 of these that dot the horizon of Moscow. They are all fairly imposing, and many continue to function as government buildings. Posted by Picasa
The Boys at the Bot Gardens when Dad visited this Spring. . . Posted by Picasa
My Very Own MEAN EVIL TEENAGER!!! Posted by Picasa
An azelea (I think) at the UGA Botanical Gardens Posted by Picasa
Hi Adri!

Okay, it's been a bit. After finishing up the whole Orange River Proposal, I figured it was time to get busy around the house. So Bill, James and I got to work on cleaning out the garage. Within about 3 hours my back went out and I ended up spending most of the week flat out in an Aleve induced stupor.

All the Europeans I work with have this wonderful "holiday" mentality right now, which is essentially: It's hot, it's summer, I'm going on holiday for the next 2-4 weeks and you will just have to wait until I return to get an answer from me. I must admit. I'm sort of jealous. That whole "Protestant Ethic and Spirit of Capitalism" (M. Weber) just passes them by. Even the protestants!!

Me, I have to injure myself and then take losts of drugs that incapacitate me to take any time off at all. And in the meantime, I'm not getting the stuff done that I need to!!! Yes, I know: Hello, My name is Mary and I'm a workaholic. (and everyone says "Hi Mary!")

Yeah, well, It could be worse...

So, now I'm recovering and realizing that while my tolerance for Aleve has increased, it tends to make me mean as a snake. Not that that is unusal, but I'm just more aware of it than usual. I've even been planning a coup for the administration in the offices where everyone is "on holiday". Ha! That would teach them!!

Anyway, the back is improving. I'm glad of it. Though reading the entire latest Harry Potter book was fun, I'm looking forward to moving around a bit more.

I do have more photos coming. I'll do that in a bit.

But in the meantime a quick update on the NM situation. Dad plans to move down here in October. We are looking forward to it, though I imagine there is some trepidation for everyone. I know we will all adjust, and I think we’ll do well together.

I’m concerned about Dad being bored while retired. I know he’s worried about it. I certainly have plenty for him to get involved with. Tim has said he’ll give me even more research work to do, if I want it, and I know Dad can help with that. Plus we ran into a friend today at breakfast at Big City. He’s a retired artist, and we knew him and his wife when they were raising their grandson who is James’s age, about 5 years ago.

I mentioned that Dad is moving down here and he suggested that Dad get involved with the LIR community here. Evidently, there is a very neat program here in Athens, affiliated with the University Of Georgia School Of Education. The LIR refers to Learning in Retirement, and has a wide range of courses for retired folks in the community. Not “introductory potholder weaving for marginally demented” but more like “Economic challenged of the 21st Century” and “Modern China” and “Problems of Food Production in the Developing World”. Honestly, I’d like to take some of these even if Dad doesn’t! They are taught by University faculty and are only a few weeks long. And no tests and no exams!! Damn. I CAN GO TO SCHOOL FOREVER!!!

I’m sending him the newsletter in the hopes that he’ll find something he might like. Or if not at least he has an idea of what comes next. The link is: http://www.athenslir.org

I remember you could never figure out how I could stand to work without knowing what comes next. Of course, I sort of like it. It keeps things fresh and edgy. So we shall see….

Not that I expect that Dad will delve into that mindset of fresh and edgy. Most people think I’m nuts. But there are opportunities here in Athens, and it will be neat to see if he’s interested in those. Also James may be getting involved in some theater stuff, and maybe NM will be interested in that too? Who knows? But I don’t think he’ll be nearly as bored as he may dread being. Unless he wants to be. And that’s okay too.

Anyway, I need to go swim and soak in the hot tub at the Y.

It is nice to be home, after all.

Kissy kissy!

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Adri, some how I thought you'd appreciate these!:

Aptronyms
... are names that are particularly suited to the person's occupation. They were particularly common in fiction dated Dickens and earlier, but the ones listed below are said to be real.
William Basson: bassoonist
Dr. Beever: veterinarian
Jason Blogger, on-line journalist
Captain Blood: chief medical officer at the British Guards Depot. His assistant was Lieutenant Butcher, and the dental officer was Major Savage.
Dr. Dick Bone: osteopath
Sir Russell Brain: English neurologist; not to be confused with Professor Martin Braine, a United States cognitive psychologist
James Bugg: exterminator
Mr. Carrion: United States federal meat inspector
Miss Cashdollar: treasurer of a grade school
Dr. Coffin: physician
Margaret Court and Anna Smashnova: tennis players
Thomas Crapper: maker of Victorian flush toilets
Jim Crook: penitentiary manager. His assistant is Susan Penwarden.
Roland Cruz: auto mechanic
Dr. Death: physician. (He pronounces it "Deeth".)
Dr. I. Doctor: ophthalmologist
Dan Druff: barber
Dr. Fearing: physician
Patricia Feral: animal rights activist
Ray Ferrie: ferryboat captain (retired)
Dr. Mishe Feinmesser: surgeon
Dr. Tom Fillar: dentist
Dr. Fingers: gynaecologist
Priscilla Flattery: Environmental Protection Agency publicist
Mr. Freeze: heating contractor
Reverend James R. God: Baptist minister
Reverend D. Goodenough: Methodist minister
George Hammer (father) and Pete Hammer (son): hardware store owners
Learned Hand: judge
Bill Headline: Washington DC bureau chief for CNN
Dr. Hertz: dentist
Mr. Hooker: bait shop owner
Professor Hoppe: expert on deformed frogs
Karl Krook: used car dealer
Chuck Long: former NFL quarterback
Gord Looker: optometrist
Dr. Metzger: orthopedic surgeon
C. Sharpe Minor: organist
U.S. Navey: member of the United States Marine Corps
E. Spencer Parsons: clergyman (dean of Rockefeller Chapel at the University of Chicago)
Payne & Fears: a law firm representing employers in employment litigation
Jordan Plank: sawmill operator
Dr Pray: physician
Sally Ride: astronaut
Richard Seed: reproductive technology pioneer
Cardinal Jaime Sin: former head of the Catholic Church in the Philippines
Dr. Slaughter: oral surgeon
Tony Snow: Press Secretary, current White House administration
Dr. Sorrow: physician
Bruce Sparks: electrician
Larry Speakes: presidential spokesman under President Ronald Reagan
Lake Speed: NASCAR driver
Mr. Sues: lawyer
Willie Thrower: former NFL quarterback
Linda Toot: flutist
Dr. David Toothaker: dentist
John Tory: leader of the Ontario (Canada) Progressive Conservative Party
Professor John Wisdom: philosopher
Jared Wooley: sheep rancher
William Wordsworth: poet

Courtesy of: http://onceuponasmile.blogspot.com/