The baton passes

In 1982 my father founded a company in Berkeley that wrote protocol software — the invisible plumbing that let mainframes, banks, and air-traffic systems talk to each other. In 1988 he moved it to Eugene, the year I was born.

Ulric is the next leg of that relay. This post is the long version of the story on the front page — and a promise about the standard the name has to live up to.