The Crazy, Convoluted, and Memorable Stages of The I Love Me Wall

John McCumber

John McCumber is a cybersecurity executive, retired US Air Force officer, and former Cryptologic Fellow of the National Security Agency. In addition to his professional activities, John is a former Professorial Lecturer in Information Security at The George Washington University in Washington, DC and is currently a technical editor and columnist for Security Technology Executive magazine. John is the author of the textbook Assessing and Managing Security Risk in IT Systems: a Structured Methodology

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5 Responses

  1. DensityDuck says:

    I’ve got a pile of bits and bobs from my career that’s sitting on a shelf in my office. It looks like a pile of random trash, and honestly it *is* that, but each of the bits of trash has a story behind it. And sometimes I like to pick something up and think about that story.Report

  2. Damon says:

    Both my grandfathers had these of some form. One, a collection of art from Japan during the occupation and from North Africa. The other grandfather had pictures taken from space signed by various astronauts he knew and of himself flying for various companies back in the day when there was no radio. I have those pictures and some of that artwork in my house and in my home office. It reminds me of what they did and where I came from. What could be better?

    For myself: pictures on the hard drive and pictures on the “wall of travel”. That’s all I need.Report

  3. FortyTwo says:

    Those things are not for hanging up. They are reminders of your life. I hope you didn’t get rid of your Navy caps.Report

  4. Carl Schwent says:

    Your kids may not want your things (and most museums are running out of storage), but make sure your children have your DD214. That was the one piece of paper of my father that we couldn’t find.Report

  5. Jaybird says:

    I have a handful of awards here and there around my desk. I’ve got a box with awards from my last job and another box (I don’t know where it is) with awards from the job before that.

    Somewhere, in the basement, is a box with a couple of pictures of me hugging The Lynchpin Event.

    I imagine that my nephews, when they help Maribou throw this stuff out, will ask her “why did he keep these?”

    Why couldn’t he bring himself to throw them away?

    I’ll throw them out next year. Maybe the year after that.Report