Marge Cassingham died January 24, 2024, six weeks before she would have turned 100, with her son Randy and his wife, Kit, at her side, and her son, Curt, on the phone.
Marge Cassingham, 1924-2024
Larry Cassingham, 1918-2007
John Lawrence “Larry” Cassingham died on December 23, 2007 — the day after his 89th birthday. These are the remarks in eulogy by his four children, made in birth order, and several of the photos that were shown at his memorial service, held on January 12, 2008.
Clancy: a Writer’s Cat
Some thoughts about my sweet tuxedo.
My First Published Science Article
My writing specialty when I got started was explaining technical and scientific topics for lay audiences, which served me well when I applied for a “tech transfer” job at NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory. (Tech transfer: publishing — “transferring” — JPL’s basic technical research to industry or the public.)
A Personal Announcement
Randy Cassingham and Kit Riley Happily Announce Our Marriage, on September 21, 2001 The events of September 11 affected us all in different ways. For us, it was significant introspection. September 17th, we decided that as we proceed into an even more uncertain future, we should face it together as husband and wife. We married at Brainard … Read more
Jerry Olivieri
Comments by Randy Cassingham at his 29 October 1999 memorial service.
SFO’s Mini-Ambulance
California: The Mini-Ambulance
by Randy Cassingham
Every time we go to the airport these days it is jammed. Everyone is in a hurry to buy tickets, catch planes — everyone has a place to go, a person to see. Suddenly, someone drops. A crowd gathers for a quick look before they hurry to their planes. The victim is traveling alone, his doctor is hundreds of miles away. Luckily for this victim he is at San Francisco International Airport. San Francisco International (SFO) is one of the few airports in the United States with a 24-hour medical clinic staffed by MDs.
My First-Ever Published Article
Published under the stupid title “Code-3 Tips to Avoid!” in Emergency magazine (a journal for street medics — now long-defunct), in December 1980. It was my first published piece. The roots of sarcasm — and truth, for that matter! — run deep.
Early Photography
Photography:
Just Another Communications Medium
I’ve always enjoyed communications, not only as a writer, but also as a photographer, publisher, even talking on the radio (both broadcast, where I’ve been interviewed many times, and on “land mobile” radios — while working as a sheriff’s deputy, street medic, or just on my ham radio. More on those aspects, here.)