One park in Dublin has a neatly laid-out grid of 6-foot-tall ears of corn, cast in cement. I visited on a very snowy Saturday in March.
This will be a hard one for future archaeologists to explain.
The robins were out in hordes. Is that a CR-V in the background?
I have just one month left at Honda. The first time I walked through the factory, the size and complexity took my breath away, and I wondered how I would ever find my way around. Now it doesn’t feel quite as vast. The sounds and smells are more familiar. I’ve gotten used to donning safety glasses when I leave my office, and tapping the horn whenever pulling out of a parking space (something I’d like to see adopted in parking lots everywhere).
With this familiarity, I’ve gained a lot of independence. And that’s the fun part. Running all over the two factories to track down cars for quality checks; disassembling prototype cars to update their software; designing circuit boards and scribbling code for a side project; driving laps on a track to test adaptive cruise control; all with minimal oversight. I get to feel like a real engineer – until an associate whom I’ve never met tells me I look like I’m 12 years old.