Tuesday, October 14, 2025

Remembering the First "Zoom" Call 44 Years Ago

They say the worst thing you can have in live television is “dead air”. Suddenly in front of a room full of government and media dignitaries, with broadcasting history literally hanging in the balance, that is exactly what we were facing. Dead air.

The date was Thursday, October 15th, 1981. Two days earlier, I had boarded an Amtrak train in Columbus, Wisconsin, along with Mike Daugherty, Jon Garrett, Tom Gehrmann, Chris Kerwin, Anne O'Brien, Becky Weirough, Glenn Zweig, Steve Funk, and Mike Kennedy, Now in the ballroom of the Capital Hill Holiday Inn in Washington D.C. a live satellite demonstration, linking our group of American kids, and a group of young people in Brisbane Australia had just gone on the air.

We were there along with other young people who shared the unique experience of being media users, not just media consumers. We were from the “Kids 4” television project in Sun Prairie, Wisconsin. Kids4 had been on the air since 1978, and was an educational partnership between the local public access cable channel and the American Council for Better Broadcasting (ACBB, later renamed as the National Telemedia Council )


Joining us there in Washington, was a group from the KIDS ALIVE! Project in Bloomington, Indiana. Together, we were hosting a live cultural exchange via satellite with a group of young people from down under in Brisbane Australia, who hosted the popular children’s program WOMBAT on Australia's Channel 7.

The kids from the Australian television show went first, showing an amazing video montage of their studio, the gold coast of Australia and the stories they produced there at Channel 7 in Brisbane. Then it was our turn. Or so we thought...   

Kerri Brinson from KIDS ALIVE!, looked in the camera and cheerfully announced; “Well, here’s our video montage!”  And … nothing.

A technician from COX Cable Television, hurried into the room and whispered in the ear of a nearby adult that the Video tape player in the satellite truck, was not working, and therefore none of the prepared footage we had brought with us to Washington could be shown. So we proceeded to do what we always did when doing live television. We improvised. 

The kids from Indiana looked at us like we were nuts. They were not used to working live. One of the great things about the Kids 4 program is we started out doing all of our shows live. It was only after two years we switched to recording them first, then airing them.

Still, with a ballroom full of media dignitaries watching you , plus trying to fill time  with stuff off the top your head, AND cope with at least a 5 second time delay between you and the people you were trying to interview, it was bit tense, even by our standards. But the end result turned out to be something amazing and unexpected.

That one technical glitch turned what would have been a largely scripted exchange into an actual conversation.

Instead of following a script,  we talked.  Asking each other about school, about hobbies and what was it about working with television that interested them, as well as sharing our own experiences as kids learning to use media and not be used by it.

Of course at the time, it felt like a disaster.

Looking back on that day, now, more than four decades ago, I marvel at how much the world has changed. At the time, what we were doing in Washington DC that day was not all that remarkable from a technical standpoint. Live satellite broadcasts were hardly unusual in 1981. Yet from a cultural and educational standpoint, the Kids-to-Kids interconnect was nothing short of revolutionary.

As much as I say that live satellite television was commonplace in 1981, that isn’t to say the mechanics of it were simple. The path of the satellite interconnect - from Washington, D.C. to , Brisbane, Australia was a complex series of relays starting with a signal carried by cable to trucks parked just outside in the courtyard of the hotel. From there, the signal was  beamed by microwave across town to PBS Headquarters.


PBS then sent  the signal to KQED In San Francisco via a  satellite, 22,300 miles above the Earth. Which THEN transmitted it up to another satellite which relayed it across the Pacific Ocean,  and  down to the an earth station near Sydney, Australia.

Finally from there the signal travelled via land lines to the studios of Channel 7, Brisbane, where the Australian children received it and responded. Their messages back to the U.S. travelled in the reverse direction using landlines and satellites back to Washington, to the on-site satellite dish located in the courtyard of the Capitol Holiday Inn, which fed the signal into the ballroom room where it was seen on  large screens by all of us there.

Whew! Did you follow all that? Don’t worry, there won’t be a quiz. But here is what you need to know, everything that I just described, in all its complicated glory, the average teenager can now do with the phone they carry in their pocket. No trucks needed, no delay and now we don’t even think twice about it.
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The Interconnect didn’t radically change the media landscape, or advance broadcast technology. What it did do, was in the space of a few short hours make the world a remarkably smaller place. It showed that live satellite broadcasting could be used for more than breaking news and sporting events

More than that, it laid the foundation for the type of personal inter connectivity that today, we take completely for granted. I know this, because I do it nearly every day. At least three times a week I will face-time, or WhatsApp video call or Facebook messenger video call with friends and family scattered all over the globe.  From London, to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, to San Francisco, and  Madison, Wisconsin,  and dozens of points in between.    What is commonplace today,  was nothing short of history making on that day in 1981

The interconnect was the first global Zoom meeting.

The greatest take away from that day for those of us fortunate enough to have been part of it, was the power of broadcast technology to bridge distances and connect people in new and exciting ways. It was, at least for me, a  life changing experience. A live demonstration of the power of broadcast technology to connect people and be a platform for sharing experiences and ideas, in (nearly) real time.

Media Literacy is more crucial now than ever before. Teaching young people how to harness the power of media, and connectivity as tools for education and empowerment is more important today, than it has ever been.

Teaching young people to be media users, not just media consumers has always been at heart of the mission of Kids 4 and The ACBB / National Telemedia Council . That mission, which took a gigantic step forward in 1981 continues today. Now as the International Council for Media Literacy You can find out more about the IC4ML and it's mission and legacy on their website,:  https://www.ic4ml.org.

 In a world where if kids in Sun Prairie, WI  want to talk to kids in Brisbane, Australia , all they need is a smart phone and a decent WIFI signal, the lessons of the Interconnect are even more important today than they were four decades ago.

Still more than 40 years on, it remains an experience that played a tremendous role in shaping my path in life I am so very grateful to have been a part of it.

Monday, October 06, 2025

Remembering a different life...

 This Saturday, is National Coming Out day on October 11th.

They say on National Coming Out Day you should remember and thank all the allies in your life. I am blessed in that for me, that is a pretty long list.   The following is a updated repost of one of the first blog entries I ever wrote back in 2006

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I was bouncing around the web a couple of weeks back and stumbled on zabasearch.com. It is a site than helps you locate addresses of people. So out of curiosity I typed in the name of one of my best friends from High School. 

Sure enough, a result for his name came up. Not sure if it was the right person, rather than call, I sent a note with my business card attached saying, if this was who I thought it was, to please write back. A couple of weeks went by... and I forgot about it. I honestly didn't expect to hear anything. 

Then the other day I got an email from him. It is an interesting experience in a way. I hadn’t   heard from him since attending his wedding. At the time I really envied him. He was marrying a wonderful gal and starting to build a life. They now have a five-year-old son with a daughter on the way due in December.

He said it was amazing to hear from me couldn't wait to hear all about what I have been doing over the past few years. I will confess, I have mixed feelings about that. 

For the most part, I have not kept in touch with anyone from “back home”. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed growing up where I did.  I had great friends and good memories. Yet it really was a whole different life. Like many LGBT kids in the mid to late 80's I was closeted and terrified of coming out. On some level every day had some undercurrent of fear of my "secret" being discovered. The ultimate put-down was to say something was "gay" or to be called a "fag". You saw the kids who were even slightly effeminate or "different" getting tormented daily. 

So, you kept your mouth shut and your eyes closed. When you watched those 80's brat-pack movies, while your friends ogled Molly Ringwald and Ally Sheedy, you didn't admit to anyone, not even to yourself that you thought Rob Lowe and Emilio Estevez were really hot. 

Add to that, the media was full of stories of this new "gay disease" called AIDS, and the Reagan and first Bush Administrations were not interested in getting any information about it out to the public. So like a lot of gay kids, I didn't know what to think. Could I get AIDS by coming out? By even holding hands or kissing a guy? Was it really God's way of getting rid of people like... well, like Me? 

The fear you felt was this huge cloud that hung over you every day. You really did wonder if you were destined to be miserable and alone for your entire life. Of course, at time I thought I was the ONLY gay kid on earth. Now I know that there were in fact more than a few. Even at my own school. But in those moments, the sense of isolation could feel overwhelming.

But time moved on. I left and, in many ways, never looked back. I moved to Europe, studied there, came back to Wisconsin, and went to college, after graduation worked, traveled back to Europe, and then to Asia. Eventually, I came back to the US and settled in Chicago, where I finally “came out.” 

Like many people, for me coming out was a frightening and painful process of self-discovery and acceptance. I think back on the fear I felt back then, and it seems like I am watching a movie of someone else's life. A life that I would not ever want to revisit. Yet in truth it was MY issue, not my friends. They had no way of knowing what I felt. 

The whole range of traditional High School and college experiences of first dates, a first dance, a first kiss, etc.. While a given for everyone else, were in my mind, just not possible for a lesbian or Gay kid in South Central Wisconsin in the 1980's. Or at least I felt, not for me. 
Many Gays and Lesbians who should be my age never lived to see today. The statistics on suicide for LGBT youth in the 1980's and 90's will give you nightmares. I am so amazingly fortunate to have the family that I do. My parents are the two most loving, supportive and amazing people in the whole world. Coming out to them while scary as hell, was truly the end of an old life and the beginning of a new much brighter and happier one.

 (I know I have told you this, but it’s worth saying again - Thanks Mom & Dad.)

 I marvel at many of today's LGBT kids with "Gay Straight Alliances" and alternative proms. When I read about kids taking their same sex partner to a high school dance, I can only smile and be amazed at how, at least in some places how far we have come. Though certainly for thousands of LGBT youth in America the reality has not changed from the one I knew.

 Over the years I didn't stay in touch with people back from "back home". One wedding, an occasional Christmas Card was pretty much the limit of my contact, and even that soon stopped. Someone recently asked me why I didn't keep in touch with people from those days, and honestly, I didn't really have a good answer. Hence my card to my friend.

 I know what you are wondering. Will I tell my old friend (s) that I am gay? Will I open up my life now to those people from my life "then"? Does it even matter?

 Honestly? I don't know. I'll keep you posted.

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FLASH FORWARD 19 years... October, 2025

It is worth noting, the friend I wrote about in 2006, like so many other amazing friends from my life, have shown me in words and deeds what I have always suspected, my friends are in general, a lot wiser than I am.

As I mark this year's National Coming Out Day there are friends and allies in my life who I still cannot thank enough.

From JJ, the friend, now in El Paso, who answered that letter in 2006 and reminded me why were friends in the first place, and still today reminds me to laugh at life nearly 40 years on. 

To the friends we shared growing up. Ed, the decorated Army Combat Veteran, in Fond du Lac with  whom for over 40 years I have shared inside jokes a love of offbeat Sci-Fi  and also with  Mike,  the retired deputy sheriff in Madison who, with their respective spouses still give me permission to be silly, and when needed, permission to be serious; and the incredible friendship and trust to just be me.


There is Todd, the Lawyer in Dallas, who challenged my own stereotypes and instead ended up teaching me invaluable lessons about acceptance and the power of true-life changing friendship.   There is Ira the diplomat in Brussels, and Tom and Karen, the couple in Georgia whose friendship has spanned more than three decades and two oceans. Who always knew, didn't care, and have always just loved me for who I am.   All of them, in doing so, forever changed, (and saved) my life.   

Along with Mark, the Career Air Force officer in Florida, and Dale, the IT guru in Wisconsin who I had the honor of being a Groomsmen at their respective weddings, and years later with their wives, are still sharing their adventures with me.


All these amazing people, along with so many others I am blessed to call my friends.  Including the friends who have passed away. Timothy, the Pastor in Pennsylvania, and James, the School Teacher from Boston, allies who both lived remarkable lives of always seeking the best in people and taught me to do the same.  I miss them every day.

In addition to the family we are given, there are the amazing LGBT families we build. I am so blessed to have folks like my “brother from another mother”, Daniel the incredible composer and playwright (and far better looking and talented than one person has any right to be… but ok fine, whatever…) along with his Michelin starred Chef husband Gerardo in NYC.   

My first “boyfriend’ John the Army Medic from Georgia, who taught me how to dance, and in doing so, to be at ease with myself.   Along with the brilliant and talented Khris Francis, my first real LGBT role model, and a dear friend who showed me the secret of life is be able to laugh at who I am.  Whose passing left the world, and the lives of those of us who knew and loved him, sadder and darker.

In the UK, there is the amazing osteopath Peter and his barrister, hubby Simon. Our dear friends NHS Nurse and the UK's own "Christmas Fairy" Danny with his husband Nick, and Julian the passionate activist, with his attorney hubby Wade raising their amazing son Matthew.


On this side of the Atlantic, my incredible and wonderful friend, the brilliant Actor Rudy with his better filmmaking half Lawrence. Along with Marc the courageous ER Nurse, HIV activist and international marathoner in Chicago and his wonderful educator husband, Josh raising their son and shining their light of authenticity for all to see,

These are only a few of the incredible folks who have been part of my journey....

Along with all these people, I have been blessed to have found wonderful communities of faith where I was shown that God is Love, and never hates. Trinity Lutheran in Madison, Holy Trinity in Chicago, St, Mark's Lutheran in San Francisco, St. Anne's Lutheran Church in London, and St. Luke’s Lutheran – Times Square in New York,  

And as always, my incredible god given family. In addition to my parents, there is my sister Leah, who with by Brother-in-Law Jean Georges with their three fantastic, brilliant, amazing and wonderful... (can you tell I’m a proud Uncle?) kids, Sophie, Jonathan and Sandrine, who with their spouses and significant others, have all given me strength to just .... be myself.

One of the greatest challenges in living authentically can be the risk bringing your “whole self” to the workplace. To say that my time working for Kaiser Permanente helped me on my journey, would be an epic understatement. To have been able to spend such a large part of my professional life at a company that saw Equity, Inclusion and Diversity not as something nice to have… but as business imperatives was one of the greatest gifts I could have ever hoped for.

And yes, to my friends PJ, and Chris along with others who, for reasons political, social, and religious felt they could not continue our friendship, I thank you as well. Not because I don't miss you, (for believe, me, I do, every day.)  Yet I owe you my thanks for showing me that the choice to live authentically does not come without cost, and therefore must not, ever be taken for granted.


There would not be time  or space to mention all the people or recall all the places and moments that have played a role in my own journey of self discovery  and acceptance. 

But now so many years on from being the scared kid in South Central Wisconsin, I can truly say that I am so very grateful for all of them. 


Last but never least, my husband Eric. To you I can only say I love you and thank you. You provide me with living proof every day that taking those first steps out of the closet were by far, the best ones I have ever made. 

Happy National Coming Out Day.