The Computing Center is again a Corporate sponsor of the 2019 Women Swimmin' for Hospicare event to be held on August 10th at the Ithaca Yacht Club.
Women Swimmin’ for Hospicare is a community swim—not a race—that raises money in support of Hospicare & Palliative Care Services. At dawn on a Saturday in August, more than 300 women will leave the east shore of Cayuga Lake and swim west to the Ithaca Yacht Club (a distance of 1.2 miles). Nearly 200 boaters will escort them along the way and about 150 volunteer support them on shore. Lake swimming not for you? Women Swimmin’ Laps is an opportunity for women who aren’t able to participate in the Lake swim, to swim any distance they choose, in any pool with a certified lifeguard to fundraise for Hospicare.
Women Swimmin’ is truly a community event! We invite you to visit our website and get involved in a number of ways:
Women Swimmin’ was born out of a conversation between an Ithaca woman looking for a unique activity to mark her 60th birthday and her primary care physician. They decided to recruit other women swimmers and boaters to escort them as they swim across Cayuga Lake, while raising funds for Hospicare. Women Swimmin’ has grown to become the largest fundraiser for Hospicare and a meaningful event throughout the Ithaca community.
Whether the women are swimmin’ in a pool or across Cayuga Lake, the funds they raise go directly to support Hospicare’s work in our community. Through the incredible generosity of our friends and neighbors, who recognize the importance of our mission, we are able to bring medical expertise and compassionate care to all those in Tompkins & Cortland counties who are facing the end of life, as well as support, comfort and guidance for their family members, regardless of their ability to pay. The money raised through Women Swimmin’ also allows us to provide bereavement services to patients’ family members and others in our community who are grieving a loss.
To learn more about Women Swimmin’ for Hospicare, including how you can swim, boat, volunteer or donate in support of this event, please visit womenswimmin.org.
By Larry Baum
This past Saturday The Computing Center said a sad farewell to our first paying client.
Our dear friend, David Flinn unexpectedly passed away on December 23rd. (http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/theithacajournal/obituary.aspx?n=david-galbraith-flinn&pid=187650477&fhid=11708
As our business got started back in 1978, finding that initial customer, particularly one who was willing to pay for our goods and services was all-important. With that first paying client we became “real”. For us, that first client was David Flinn.
Thirty-nine years ago Dave took a chance on our fledging computer company with our focus primarily on using computers within small businesses. We started out providing him and his various businesses with billing and basic accounting software initially via access to mainframe and mini-computers. As the years went on and small computer technology became “faster, better, and cheaper”, we provided Dave with desktop computers for his offices and home, then laptops, wired and wireless networking all the way to today’s tablets and smart-technologies. Our technicians and engineers regularly visited his home and offices to make sure that everything worked just so. Dave became a familiar and welcome face in our offices too. Interactions with him were always friendly, good natured, and professional.
As we grew, even though Dave was no longer our largest client, he remained important to us – and taught us that clients of all sizes are critical to our success. Our “service first” philosophy and treating all clients, whatever the size, with the same attention, comes directly from our early and continued interactions with David Flinn.
Along with being a client, Dave also gave us advice. Not just on the specifics of what he wanted and needed from us for his businesses, but how we could become better known in the community and how to find and nurture new clients: “Join the Chamber of Commerce” and “Join Rotary!” were just two of his suggestions.
Taking Dave’s advice to heart, The Computing Center joined the Chamber of Commerce shortly after we formed the company. Over the years our involvement in the Chamber increased with Mary Stazi and I being board members, several staff members serving on various committees, and our helping the Chamber build its first website.
I was a bit more reticent about joining Rotary. I would be the youngest member. I didn’t like the idea of no women in Rotary and weekly attendance was essentially mandatory. Dave, being a past Rotary president, assured me that there would be women members within 5 years (he was close – it took about 7 years) and the club would be OK if I missed a meeting or two. And he agreed that there should be more younger members too. So, I joined. What I found were a lot of people very interested in the new small computer technology and how it could be leveraged within their businesses. I learned a lot about giving back to the community – just as Dave had done. And I wasn’t the youngest member for long. Mike Brown and Dave’s son, Dale joined soon after and were younger than me. Today, the children and grandchildren of some of those Rotary members are now Rotary members – all giving back.
As you read Dave’s obituary, there’s a lot of reminders of what one person can do within a community and the impact they can have. David Flinn had a very meaningful impact on everyone he came in contact with especially on The Computing Center and on its founders. He will be missed.
I know we have a few pilots, "wanna be" pilots and many passengers who read this Blog. This "takeoff" on the poem `Twas the night before Christmas has been making the rounds of aviation websites and other publications for over 20 years. No one seems to know where it came from. Enjoy ...
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and out on the ramp,
Not an airplane was stirring, not even a Champ.
The aircraft were fastened to tie downs with care,
In hopes that -- come morning -- they all would be there.
The fuel trucks were nestled, all snug in their spots,
With gusts from two-forty at 39 knots.
I slumped at the fuel desk, now finally caught up,
And settled down comfortably, resting my butt.
When the radio lit up with noise and with chatter,
I turned up the scanner to see what was the matter.
A voice clearly heard over static and snow,
Called for clearance to land at the airport below.