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The Suitcase Takes a Hike
Stone Mountain is the largest exposed piece of granite in the world, and it is right here in Atlanta, GA. On an absolutely gorgeous fall day, I took the suitcase for a photoshoot on Stone Mountain. You can read a more in depth story or check out the entire photoshoot. Talk about strange looks... I can report at least a dozen different groups stared at me and nudged a companion to point out the strange guy carrying a suitcase up the mountain. Five groups actually stopped me to ask for an explanation, which I gave in varying degrees of detail based on my gut for what their appetite was to hear the story. All but one loved whatever level of detail I shared. One man from NYC just shrugged and looked at his wife as if they just encountered a senile homeless man who thought there was a Greyhound bus terminal at the summit. The best encounter by far occurred just as I started to hike back down. A man with a thick accent (he was visiting from Bolivia) approached me and asked about the "strange, old suitcase". During our 20 minute conversation with his wife and other family members, he asked if he could take the suitcase back to Bolivia to share and he promised he would send it back. Yes, I briefly thought about inserting a huge wrench in the protocol, but decided against it. The Bolivians are my new best friends. Meeting up with Michael Gaslowitz to hand off next week! It's been an honor to have had it in my possession.
Suitcase Meets the Colonel
Hey y'all! Harland Sanders here. 02 OCT 2021. The suitcase showed up here in Corbin, KY. I bet I know MJM, having met sometime in all my travels! I had many different jobs but was old when I found my fame with a recipe. Since I'm not around these days except in spirit, my ghost writer (GW), Beverly, will tell my story and hers. GW reminded me that as a kid, her family stopped at my cafe when it was a standard cafe. I don't think we got to meet, but my wife was still working there at the time! And of course the old US 25 was the route back then, through the Cumberland Plateau of the Appalachian Mountains. Interstate 75 goes over it all now. Nice to know things get better with time! Well, except you don't drive right by my place now in your travels. Anyway GW says that my life is somewhat similar to you FileMaker devs out there. I hear that most of you had "other lives" before finding your fame using a tool. Great that so many can bring so much. I bet I'd have used FMPro back in the day. Instead of secret herbs & spices, y'all get to work with functions & scripts. It sounds like a great recipe to me. So, today a couple friends from MI stopped by on the way to something called "Pause On Error". Corbin is the mid-point for those doing the MI<->FL route, no wonder it has so many tourist activities. It was once a railroad town for coal from the mines on the East to elsewhere. I worked on the railroad for a time, too! Our old Depot is a museum with a couple of old trains. There's a great waterfall nearby with a moonbow, but I but there's not time to visit today. My original cafe/museum is closed for a new remodel, but I asked GW to include a shot or two. They have an annual Chicken Festival up in London, KY, but Corbin claims me by address. My old house is still behind the cafe/museum. Corbin wanted to do more so there was this big campaign to purchase bricks for funding the park where my Statue is found. Downtown Corbin set aside an empty lot for the park. GW says she was a big part of that by creating a website to post photos, news reports, and purchase the bricks. You can even find a brick there with her name on it! Sorry to say the GW is not able to attend POE, but is very happy Chris & Heidi stopped by to meet me! Safe travels and have fun y'all at POE.
The Suitcase comes to The Middle of The Mitten
Just as berry season was hitting its stride, Trevor trekked halfway across the state to bring the suitcase to Michigan State University territory. We descended into our Cold War-era bomb shelter beneath the back yard. Heidi and I culture pearls in the oyster beds we maintain in a wave pool off to one side of the bunker. After an apéritif and an impromptu cello concert by Trevor, we naturally paired oysters with a nice Muscadet for dinner. Afterwards we reviewed the contents of the suitcase, which resulted in lots of long division and some differential equations. Ultimately, we decided the best way forward was steganography. Actually, we ate salads on the deck and drank root beer from the can. No one did differential equations in their head except Heidi. And there was no cello, although there might have been a banjo and a mouth harp. I can't really say any more about that. Rest assured that the suitcase will soon make its way to its next courier. If you wish to see: unzip berries_steg.jpg
The suitcase comes to Kalamazoo
It was a big day when Colleen drove down from Suttons Bay to work with me, she was the first person that I'd worked with, you know in person, since the pandemic began. We were both fully vaccinated and decided to ditch the masks. It was great to catch up and such a relief to get a glimpse of normal. I didn't have any trouble figuring out the next recipient, especially since I hadn't seen Trevor since March 11, 2020. I know the date because we were on our way to LA to meet up with David Knight, then do a presentation at FMDiSC, then... ride motorcycles in Baja Mexico for a week. All of that was of course canceled. The suitcase was a great reason to pay Trevor a visit and so I strapped it on my motorcycle and headed up to Gun Lake. I took the curviest possible route and the suitcase held tight!
The 'redo' day
Last Thursday I met Rick to exchange the suitcase... the plan was to enjoy a cup of coffee at Traverse City's iconic Clinch Park; but the weather did not cooperate. After days in the 60's our meet was met with a strong north wind, sleet & snow. The exchange was brief - and I felt my depressed mood was echoed by Rick.... so today was 'redo' day.
After photos at Clinch, we travelled north up M-22 to Suttons Bay where we visited South Beach - it was just us. When we arrived home Jimmy & Fozzie gave the case a good sniff and deemed it 'safe enough' to be in proximity for a photo. The next adventure is in the offing... stay tuned!
Last Friday, at the request of Colleen Hammersley, I met Matthew O’Dell in the little Michigan town of Bear Lake. It had been the first time Matthew and I had met. I’ve seen his name on various FileMaker web sites over the years. The transfer of the suitcase went smooth. I do admit, it is much heavier than I expected. As soon as I got home in Traverse City, our cats, Han and Luke, felt the need to inspect it. Pictured is Han giving it a thorough looking over. As far as I could tell, it passed inspection. Fair warning, when you go to open the suitcase, be prepared for it to spill its contents out. This is one seriously packed suitcase. I won't spoil the surprise for future recipients. You can discover the wonders yourself. Later this week, I will meet with Colleen, and then she will have the joy of seeing what is inside.
Is That Santa's Elf?
While the holidays are always hectic, there's always time for a little espionage! Just before Christmas, Vanessa Costanzo was heading into northern IL to make a few deliveries, so I drove up to meet her near Skokie, IL. She and I "met" right near Claris Engage, so it was a real pleasure to get to meet in her in person! I had a blast exploring the contents of the suitcase over the holiday weekend...I found things that inspired me, things that made me laugh (one of which I just had to keep because it brings me joy each time I look at it), and things that confirmed I will never understand everyone! I even added my own touches to the contents as it moves on. The suitcase had a front row seat to Christmas at the Murillo house. We have two girls (2nd and 6th grade), so the suitcase saw everything from joy and laughter (and flying wrapping paper on Christmas morning) to typical sibling rivalry over even the silliest thing like who had the biggest/best present....and even had our cocker spaniel sniffing it out to determine friend or foe. (I think the jury is still out on that one.) For those of us who have survived 2020, it will always be remembered, as my daughters' ornaments so aptly put it, "2020: Stink, Stank, Stunk." However, for all of the awful things that have happened this year, there have been just as many heart warming experiences as well. In a normal year, you would celebrate your birthday, graduation, or other special event (or even your average weekend) with close friends and family. This year, those special parades extended into the entire neighborhood hopping into their car to join the parade to help you celebrate too (I mean, what else was there to do?). We had a couple high schoolers put together an app to organize able-bodied high schoolers to shop and deliver supplies to the elderly or at-risk populations, so they could minimize the risk for these people. Then we had some brilliant minds devise the suitcase protocol to bridge the gap in the FileMaker community to help us connect with one another on a personal level, when in-person conferences were put on hold. Silver linings everywhere! Alas, all good things must come to an end. A few days after Christmas Sully (David Sullivan) and I arranged a meetup so I could hand off the suitcase and it could continue on its adventures. So, on a VERY cold Wednesday afternoon (December 30th) Sully and I met at The Morton Arboretum (thank you, Sully, for the visitor pass!). You may ask why we chose to meet up outside if it was that cold? Well, IL has been in "Tier 3 Mitigations" since mid-November, so there weren't many indoor options available if we wanted to sit and chat. (Only outdoor dining available!) We were both running a few minutes behind our agreed upon time, but I pulled into the Visitor's Center right behind him, perfectly timed! Sully wanted a picture with the troll (sorry...not Santa's elf)...so, because it was so cold, we caravaned over to a lot closer to the troll, then hiked up to this guy you see here. If you ever drive out I-88 from Chicago headed towards Lisle, you will see this guy at the top of a hill as you pass by The Morton Arboretum. (He's even more impressive all lit up at night!) Illinois isn't exactly known for its mountains, far from it, but where he is positioned at the top of a hill, you feel like you are on a mountain peak....and it was even COLDER by him with absolutely nothing to break the wind! Thus, our photo op was short and sweet and we turned back around to hike out as soon as possible. Sully and I first met almost a year ago when I attended my first CAFDA (Chicago Area FileMaker Developers Association) meeting and we've chatted a few times this past year. It was great to catch-up with him about some of our recent FM (and client) experiences. Even after our hike, we stood talking for nearly an hour, and by that point we were both frozen. Into Sully's trunk went the suitcase and on to its next adventure. I'm looking forward to seeing and hearing where it goes next...
Is it your suitcase that's ringing? Is that safe?
First of all, an update on the mysterious MJM. Despite the heroic efforts of several PoE agents, MJM successfully evaded capture on January 3rd. Although he/she escaped, we were able to recover what appears to be a secure line to MJM's handlers in Moscow. If you get the suitcase, maybe you can help us determine MJM's next move. I met Beth Murillo at the Morton Arboretum in Lisle, IL for the handoff. The Arboretum, as it is known locally, has these really rad art installations of forest trolls that have come to protect the trees from us. This one towers over I-88. It's way up on a hill and it was pretty icy, so we climbed down out of the wind and chatted for about an hour. I really forgot how nice it is to catch up with developer friends. Thanks for starting this chain of awesome, Martha. I had so much fun doing this! If you're unsure if you should take a turn with the suitcase, just do it. You'll love it. Totally worth the effort. -Dave Sullivan (Sully) Sully@mandelbrotllc.com
The Suitcase meets the Fonz
Met Mark Richmond at the Spirit of St Louis Airport and chatting for about 90 minutes Leaving St. Louis was fun. A beautiful morning and super smooth flight to Waukesha, WI. If was a very comfy palace ride and the Suitcase got to ride in the copilot's seat Along the way we passed over many power generating windmills Then upon arrival it was time to hit the sites in Milwaukee. First stop the Harley Davidson Museum. Unfortunately it was closed. Then on to see the Bronze Fonz along the riverwalk. If you're in Milwaukee in the summer you have to check out Summerfest. Unfortunately, we'll have to wait until next year. Unfortunately, The Milwaukee Art Museum's beautiful Brise Soliel was closed also. Here it is in better times. But the new Northwestern Mutual Tower makes a nice addition to the Skyline We had to check out the new Fiserv Forum, home of the Bucks As well as the Jack Daniel's Christmas Tree Finally a stop at the Miller Inn, last stop on the Miller Brewing Factory Tour And finally back to MC Services Where will the suitcase be off to next?
Art or More...?
Another clue... for those of you following the news these days, a monolith was discovered in Utah. https://www.nytimes.com/2020/11/24/us/Utah-monolith-red-rock-country.html They say it's an art installation. My further investigations suggest perhaps more to it than that.
A short visit to Boulder
Scott Love delivered the precious item to the scenic overlook of Boulder. Great meeting him and chatting! The suitcase is indeed creating opportunities for people to meet in person. Then, I jumped on the opportunity to move the suitcase out of Colorado. Not that we're undeserving, slackers, or what have you... It's just that distances are so big in the West. Driving 100 miles for a delivery is one thing, but 1000 miles? So I met Eden at the National Center for Atmospheric Research, adjacent to The Flatirons mtn, and passed on the leather valise. He objected somewhat to taking it again, but came to understand the virtue of getting the case to St. Louis. Now it's on him, again, to find the next taker. I'm shooting for the shortest possession of the suitcase: Had it about 1.5 hours. I'm not supposed to reveal its contents, but let me say one thing: It now contains a collectors item for FileMaker developers.
The Truth is in Here...
Fellow Protocolers, I received the suitcase from Eden Morris thinking nothing of it… just a suitcase. We had a wonderful day in Denver, and I assumed that would be the net of it. But it’s clear now this goes far deeper than I’d imagined. I’m not sure it’s safe for me to post this, but I don’t think it’s safe not to. I know there are those who do not want this information to get out there. It started with the space program, of all things. My first clue was a photo I uncovered seemingly at random. Cape Canaveral in the early 60s… in NASA archives buried, I saw this: It was just a fluke that I noticed it. Seems totally innocuous. Was this some crazy coincidence? The suitcase sitting right at my feet as I type this seems identical to that photo! That’s when things really got strange. I checked more records and did a little more digging. Then I discovered this right on NASA's own website: I remember the night well. What did Eden know? Which of these photos is the original? Which had been doctored? Why was the suitcase – was it the suitcase, or just a suitcase -- here? I followed the breadcrumb to another that sent chills down my spine. In digging through further archives of the Apollo program, one photo – I’ve enclosed a scan of the one I was able to secure in the suitcase itself – demonstrated this went far beyond anything I could have imagined. How is it possible the suitcase was on the Apollo 15 mission – or was it? Were all the lunatics saying the Moon landings were hoaxes actually right this whole time? Two photos and questions were exploding in my mind. A few days later -- too much to be a coincidence -- we lost our home in a fire. Sure, it looked natural -- impossible winds, almost 200 thousand acres burned – but I found strange evidence in the aftermath. A print of a boot, and the remains of something square, where no person should have been able to step. There's no way this wasn't related. The photo here came from under what had been the floor of our home. Who had stood there? How was it even possible to leave a footprint there, apparently before the fire consumed our home, complete with a screw later landing in it? What was the perfectly straight sear on the ground next to whomever had stood there? Was this another coincidence, a warning, or an attempt to destroy the evidence I was collecting? Was I in danger? I dug deeper, and the next material I uncovered terrified me. I knew this photo. There is no suitcase in the version we’ve all seen. Why a moon landing, why America’s first flight? Look at the stickers of the case. How is it possible the suitcase – as it appears today – existed in 1903?? This is the photo from the Smithsonian. Again – who is erasing evidence of the suitcase? To what purpose? How, even, have I been uncovering these images? The mystery deepened. I’ll share I do not have the answers. This message – I have to hurry – I need to get this suitcase in the hands of someone who can pass it on and continue the search – I know I am in danger… ARE THEY WATCHING ME? The next piece of the puzzle came from Berlin in 1989. This is bigger than all of us. What could possibly be going on? Travel around the world, in space, across time… And it’s not just images. Not only snapshots. A while passed and I didn’t uncover any further instances… I got discouraged. I changed the locks on our home in Denver. I made sure to cover all our windows so no one could see this evidence until I was ready to disclose this to the world. I deleted any email I'd sent mentioning a suitcase. I admit, I lost track of a few days... maybe a week... I've had the case too long. I had to be safe. I quarantined in my own home, not seeing anyone. I turned to Mrs. Zink’s playlist. And I have no idea why, but something in the music struck me. I followed another breadcrumb… and there it was, plain as day: Woodstock. What was it about this suitcase? What is the common thread?? Then it struck me… Innovation? Transformation? Each of these events were transformative in some way… did the suitcase somehow affect things, was it there to observe somehow, is it benevolent, sinister, or perhaps a platform of sorts of change? Or only a modest, brown relational container of scraps of information? Music led me further to Live Aid in 1986. I’d have missed it, but by now I knew how to look for the clues. I have no idea why this humble bag from MJM has followed us through history. Where it will appear next. What story it is telling. Is it a fellow traveler in our world – a mere container in time – or is it more? Its contents are a jumble -- I've added some of this evidence -- why the items it contains and not others? No explanation... no machine or object that can explain all this. I have carried the burden of its secrets long enough. I post this here to uncover the truth, but more, because I cannot carry this alone any longer. I reach out to you – our community – to help. Help us all. Together, can we better understand MJM’s intent, design, and purpose? -- Scott
Denver, Nov 21, 2020