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Since Hudson My family transferred from Ohio back to Connecticut in December 1964 but I stayed on at Hiram College and graduated in 1968. I found a job in Chicago working for the Comptroller of the Currency A Bureau of the Treasury Department as an assistant National Bank Examiner. I spent 29 years with the Comptroller's Office with the last 11 as Deputy Comptroller for the Midwestern District. In 1997, the comptroller's Office offered an early retirement option and after running the numbers, I decided I couldn't pass it up. After retiring in 1997, I started a consulting business offering expert witness services, general banking consultation, Loan Reviews and Lending process evaluation. My first client was the Comptroller's office who engaged me to help develop the agency's examination program for bank preparedness for Y2K. After doing about eight months work in four months, I decided this consulting thing was a little much for a pensioner like me. So now I mostly sit home and use sub-contractors to do all the heavy lifting. I do some consulting personally usually in the summer.
On a more personal note, I have been married since 1968 (to the same woman, Rozanne). Rozanne spent 10 years working for United Airlines in Chicago, then 14 years in the home, then 10 years for General Services Administration before retiring last year. (When she worked for United, we ran into Leslie Schimpf on an International flight—she was one of the flight attendants.)
We have four children. Andy, the oldest is off the payroll and designs and develops computer games for a small company in Southern California. Casey (the girl chick) is a senior at Carleton College in Northfield Minn. And will be graduating in June 2004. Dan is a freshman at Hiram. And Brian is a sophomore in High school.
People do change over time. For those who remember me from High School, probably the last thing you would think of me doing is writing Poetry. Ah, But I do and you get to judge if it is worth a second read:
The Flow
Love like water gently flows
Cross gravel in a stream.
Bringing life to all around
Paradise it would seem.
All who drink there live and grow,
Nurtured from this source.
For if the source does fade away,
Life becomes remorse.
Remember please if you will,
Two banks does have the stream.
And you perceive it from one side
Where waters seem to gleam.
But if you step across the flow
Another sight you see.
Minnows swimming in the brook
For their lives they flee.
One side makes you happy
The other makes you sad.
Love's just like that we all know
The good comes with some bad.
Let not the sadness of the fry
Keep you from the brook.
Drink of the waters as you pass
And never cease to look.
©Bob Klinzing
7-27-99.
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To a Child
Copyright Bob Klinzing 1994
Lost in a world high in the sky,
Look out the window watch the birds fly.
Clouds are low compared to you,
Nothing to block the world that you view.
In another building across the way,
Two young children with their mother play.
Laughing and shouting and running around,
Joy in the world. Love must abound.
Little ones are so full of life,
To their worlds has come no strife.
Bouncing and jumping - feeling no pain
Ah, That the feeling would come again.
And you often wonder as you look,
Whether the scene will survive like a book.
Will the children remember this day,
And the fun they had with mother in play?
And to the right is a little old man.
Sits on a bench with a ball in his hand.
It's a yellow ball he's had since youth.
Now he's so old he has but one tooth.
Alone on the bench in a city so cold,
Sits the small man who has grown old.
Remembering youth and the games of a child.
The cold disappears and the weather is mild.
The smile that lingers on his face,
The years disappear and in another place,
He plays in a field many miles away.
And thinks of the boys from another day.
Stinky and Tinker and brother John,
Mathew and Robert and little Juan.
Throw the ball up, high as you can,
Run far away, that's the plan.
The farthest away wins the game.
The moment you win is your moment of fame.
But fame is fleeting for the ball must be thrown,
Blink your eye in a moment you're grown.
And there you are on a bench in a park,
Alone by yourself it seems a sad remark.
On a life that was long with little remorse.
A life come full circle in the normal course.
Lost in a world high in the sky,
Look out the window watch the birds fly.
Clouds are low compared to you,
Nothing to block the world that you view.
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