John M. Campbell

Tom Dunbar was a venerable engineer and analyst who supported the global communication system we maintained for the Navy. On our weekly...

Bruce Hopke was a tall man who provided IT hardware support to our project. When he found a better opportunity elsewhere, I prepared this...

Mike Pearson was a senior software engineer on a project I was leading. The project brought two systems together in a process called...

I wrote this poem during a cruise of the Caribbean I took with my sisters somewhat reluctantly. Then I met Luzvy, our server for dinner...

Dennis Calcaterra was in charge of maintaining the hardware database on our project. We were contractually obligated to keep track of the...

Andrea Nadal was a personable, hard-working business office associate on our program. This office was under-staffed given the number of...

Don Mirrione managed the subcontract Northrop Grumman had with General Dynamics for us to produce two software subsystems. As the project...

Ron Bero was a fellow engineer whom I learned was a serious golfer. My grandfather was a club pro in Tulsa, Oklahoma, and he taught me...

I was mystified when a former fighter pilot, retired Air Force Colonel George Watts, was selected as program manager of our contract with...

Eydie Medvigy was our office's administrative assistant/queen. She sat outside our project manager's office as his gatekeeper. She also...

I wrote this poem to commemorate the graduation of my daughter, Sarah, from the University of Illinois. She earned two bachelor's...

This poem is a tribute to Vince Daquag, a tennis player I knew with a ferocious forehand and an ebullient disposition. He was a...

I spent most of my career in engineering with a company called TRW, Inc. before it was gobbled up by Northrop Grumman (pun intended)....

I arrived in Harrogate, Yorkshire, England in the spring of 2009 to replace David Burke as he retired to Florida. David had spent a...

I wrote this poem after attending the funeral of my great uncle, retired Army Colonel George Scarborough. He was a veteran of the World...

Also known as "Dry Pavement," I think this poem is an appropriate reminder when driving on snowy roads like this day in Denver. The...

I took the family for a visit to the Great Sand Dunes National Park in central Colorado. We parked at the campground and set up our...

I wrote this poem for Angela, our project business manager, as she was leaving our project for a new opportunity. The Peter mentioned in...

I wrote this poem in frustration. At the time I was managing a team who installed a new system that ran 24-hours-a-day. The system was...

I wrote this poem for my brother-in-law, Jerrell Black. At the time they lived in the woods of Conifer, Colorado. Their driveway off the...