Joe died peacefully at the home of his youngest son Gary on Christmas Day. His last words were 'Merry Christmas! Tell everyone that I love them!'
Awww man!!! Made me tear up reading that on his OBIT. :'(
RIP Jobo. My favorite poster I think. I emailed with him a couple of times after he quit coming online.
Each of us individually, the profession, the nation and the world was a better place for having known Mr. Glidden. We are all diminished by his passing.
Larry P
🙁
Horrible, horrible news. It's a very sad discovery for the surveying community. RIP Jobo -- we'll miss your wisdom and calm.
I wondered why he didn't post anymore. The guy was definitely a diamond amongst the lumps of coal (including me) on the old pob board.
He exemplified sweetness. Just a classy guy.
His last words sound entirely consistent with what we knew of him for years of internet discussions.
Godspeed, good sir. I know you'll be missed by many.
I had the privilege of working on his WSDOT crew for a while back in the day. Like others have said, he was calm and knowledgeable. I remember his posts from the other board, too. RIP, PLS 9329.
"Requiem"
Don't know what to say..except that the sun will probably shine a little dimmer now.
"Requiem"
Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you 'grave for me:
Here he lies where he long'd to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
R.L. Stevenson
RIP Jobo
Rest in peace Joe. You are missed by many.
J.W. Glidden - A good man that was always willing to share knowledge and words of advice to those willing to listen.
Always took the upper road. Although he usually kept his responses to one liners, there was something about him that stood out and is something we should all inspire to be - Humble.
thanks for sharing that, a very nice tribute to a fantastic man. I recall joking with Jobo about being from the barb wire Glidden family from northern Illinois.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Glidden
might have to order this book, it looks interesting.
http://www.amazon.com/Light-Island-50th-Anniversary-Edition/dp/0970739907
Damn, another good one gone. R.I.P Jobo.
-JD-
rest well, Jobo
Death
By Donald Revell b. 1954
Death calls my dog by the wrong name.
A little man when I was small, Death grew
Beside me, always taller, but always
Confused as I have almost never been.
Confusion, like the heart, gets left behind
Early by a boy, abandoned the very moment
Futurity with her bare arms comes a-waltzing
Down the fire escapes to take his hand.
"Death," I said, "if your eyes were green
I would eat them."
For what are days but the furnace of an eye?
If I could strip a sunflower bare to its bare soul,
I would rebuild it:
Green inside of green, ringed round by green.
There'd be nothing but new flowers anymore.
Absolute Christmas.
"Death," I said, "I know someone, a woman,
Who sank her teeth into the moon."
For what are space and time but the inventions
Of sorrowing men? The soul goes faster than light.
Eating the moon alive, it leaves space and time behind.
The soul is forgiveness because it knows forgiveness.
And the knowledge is whirligig.
Whirligig taught me to live outwardly.
Shoe shop. . . pizza parlor. . . surgical appliances. . .
All left behind me with the hooey.
My soul is my home.
An old star hounded by old starlight.
"Death, I ask you, whose only story
Is the end of the story, right from the start,
How is it I remember everything
That never happened and almost nothing that did?
Was I ever born?"
I think of the suicides, all of them thriving,
Many of them painting beautiful pictures.
I think of boys and girls murdered
In their first beauty, now with children of their own.
And I have a church in my mind, set cruelly ablaze,
And then the explosion of happy souls
Into the greeny, frozen Christmas Eve air:
Another good Christmas, a white choir.
Beside each other still,
My Death and I are a magical hermit.
Dear Mother, I miss you.
Dear reader, your eyes are now green,
Green as they used to be, before I was born.
RIP JOBO, you sir will be missed by many.
RIP Jobo. Could always count on an encouraging word from him.
RIP Jobo. Thanks for the guidance you provided.
DDSM
> > Joe Glidden
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> I wonder whether the time when he stopped posting roughly coincided with his wife's death in 2010.
Checked the user info & his last post was 2011-02-10, 15:40: [msg=50521]Praying for Wendell[/msg]. His last login was 2011-02-12, 23:55 so he was still around here into early 2011. That was only a few months after his wife's death.
As others have said his contributions here are missed. The profession is diminished by his loss.
RIP JOBO
