A Thought on My PA Journey

When leaving work last night, after a long 16 hour shift, a thought crossed my mind. Even if somehow I don’t succeed at PA school (not something I’m actually too worried about, and not really the point of this post), the last 3 years have been worth it. Almost exactly three years ago I was busy getting the paperwork done to start taking classes at the local community college. The first three classes I signed up for were Biology 1, Intro to Psychology, and Anatomy and Physiology I. I was nervous and excited. It wasn’t easy balancing my work and school schedule, but fortunately my consulting job gave me flexibility. Within the first week I realized how much I enjoyed being back in the classroom. I was in my element. I love learning. And I loved specifically learning these topics, especially Anatomy and Physiology. In fact, besides A&P, I really enjoyed Organic Chemistry (a sentence I never thought I’d write or say) and Biochemistry and Genetics. I’m actually thrilled most schools required these in order to apply, since by the time I had finished them, I had a much fuller understanding of how things happen inside our bodies. It’s been a thrill learning these topics.

As I’ve mentioned in the past however, taking classes was the easy part. I simply had to sign up. Getting the required hands on experience took some effort. But I quickly realized I was where I needed and wanted to be. This is evidenced in part by the fact that in 2023 I worked over 2200 hours in the Emergency Department (on top of my consulting work and taking classes) and in 2024, over 2400 hours. I’ve commented before that my IT consulting pays a lot better, and honestly has better hours. But I love what I do in the ED.

The stories I tell (some say bore) others are often the more interesting ones, but even the nights where nothing interesting happens and it’s mostly handing out blankets, performing ECGs and the like are fulfilling. For every shift I do CPR on a patient (and this week for some reason was a busy one, 4 out of 5 shifts I performed CPR compressions on a patient) there’s probably 10 where I’m only going ECGs and finding nothing noteworthy. And I’m OK with that. It’s still patient contact. It’s still making connections with another human being.

Despite biking and hiking less in the last 3 years than I’d have liked, I honestly have been busier and more fulfilled than I have been in years.

I know if I had done nothing but IT for the past 3 years, I would have been richer financially, but been less rich in terms of fulfillment.

The past 3 years have reinvigorated me and made me feel younger. It’s been worth it.

I can’t wait to see what the coming years bring!

So my advice to folks in the new year, especially those later in life like me, branch out. Be brave. Do something different. You don’t have to be drastic like me and change careers, but take a class, start a new hobby or something. It’ll be worth it.

Happy New Year!

Two Years in the ED

It’s been two years since I first walked into the ED as a tech. It’s been quite the ride.

For those who haven’t heard or read the story of how I got into the ED, Next Steps tells the tale. Even after getting the job, I was trepidatious. It wasn’t long before I decided I was definitely in the right place. And now I’m even more convinced that I am.

My original hope was that I’d be in PA school by now, but honestly, the extra year has been worth it. There are several reasons. For one thing, I’ve gotten a lot better at being a tech.

It also has given me the opportunity take over and teach the “Tech in Trauma” class required by all techs before they can become red-badged (meaning they can be the lead tech on traumas). I’ve also spent a lot more time assisting in procedures, including providing traction while the orthopedic doctor set a femur, suturing, even being part of a thoracotomy. While I wasn’t the ones doing the main work, simply observing such stuff has helped me to learn and will be invaluable once I start my clinical portion of my education.

I also, once I was accepted, decided to take an additional step at ensuring my success. Like the days of old when a monarch might assemble a Council of War to advice them for upcoming battles, I’ve assembled a Council of Moore. I asked three people in the ED that I have a lot of respect for, one of the attending, a PA, and one of the assistant nurse managers to be part of my Council of Moore. We’ve had one meeting already where I was able to get some good advice and as I go through the next two years I’ll be relying on them for advice, feedback, criticism when necessary and even a wee bit of cheerleading. Had I started PA school a year ago, I doubt I would have taken this step, much to my detriment.

When I started working in the ED my goal was at least 1000 hours of patient care experience, because that’s the minimum of what most schools I was applying to required. At this point I calculate I have approximately 4,500 and will have well over 5,000 by the time I start school. It’s been long and tiring, and some weeks I’ve worked 60 or more hours in the ED, but it’s been oh so worth it.

So here it is two years later and I’m still going strong and raring to start PA school come next May!

One last comment: my statements above are not endorsed by my employer, Albany Medical Health System nor do they reflect the views of my employer.

A Certain Kind of Bravery

One part of my job as a tech is to help with psychiatric patients. They may be checking in for a variety of reasons, but one that stands out are those who are checking in because of what is termed “suicidal ideations”. These are the folks who for whatever reason are having suicidal thoughts and afraid they may act upon them.

For such patients, we get them changed into hospital scrubs and then put them in a room where they can be observed. We’ll keep an eye on them until they are cleared by a psychiatry doctor. Basically we take away anything that they might use to harm themselves (hence no belts, sharp objects in the room, etc) and make sure if they do suddenly try, we can stop them.

The honest truth is, pretty much every patient I’ve had to do a “one to one” sit for has been fairly sedate. Generally by this point they’re calm and simply trying to purge the thoughts and waiting for psychiatry to take a look at them.

So why brave? Because society has a stigma against people committing suicide (a good thing in general I think) and it has a stigma against folks who express suicidal thoughts. This stigma can often reinforce the already negative thoughts in their head.

People with suicidal ideations have them for many different reasons, but often they feel a sense of worthlessness, “the world would be a better place without me” or “No one cares about me”.

And yet, they’re taking a leap of faith. They’ve come to us because they believe that “some cares enough to make sure I’m safe” and “the world is better with me still in it.” That’s brave.

Some sadly can’t find that bravery for a variety of reasons, or they’ve been brave multiple times, but the last time they couldn’t be.

But for those to do end up checking themselves in, I am awed that they are brave enough to make that leap of faith.

I’ll close by saying: if you or a loved one are having suicidal thoughts, please take a leap of faith and trust someone cares.

Call 988 – the national suicide hotline.

Or go to your local hospital and tell them you need help. They’ll help.

The world is a better place because you’re in it. Let’s keep it that way.

Close Encounters of the Eclipse Kind

One of the clips of a movie I like is from Close Encounters of the Third Kind, just before the alien mothership arrives at Bear’s Lodge (aka Devil’s Tower). “Is everything ready here at the Dark Side of the Moon?

Well, yesterday everything was ready. In 2017 I had taken a bit of a leap of faith and driven all the way to my uncle’s place in South Carolina in order to observe totality. Despite thirteen hours driving southbound and I think close to twenty driving northbound (due to traffic and a nap) I decided it was totally worth it. Totality was unlike anything I had ever experienced before in my life. If you didn’t get to see it then or in 2024 (or any other time) let me tell you that there is a 100% difference between 99.9% coverage and totality.

So, with some last minute planning, Randi, Ian, and I were aboard Amtrak’s Adirondack yesterday, bound for Port Henry, NY. It appears we were far from the only ones who had decided to forgo driving and to risk potential tardiness (though we had a buffer of over an hour) and cloud cover (mitigated by fully refundable tickets). According to the conductor, 130 people were scheduled to get off Port Henry that day. In contrast, it appears on average, Port Henry has 3-4 people get off or on the train day. Amtrak apparently called the town supervisor a few days previous to let them know 150 people were bound there. Suddenly they were planning to do some stuff right near the train station, something they hadn’t planned on before.

Image of Amfleet Cafe car at concrete platform for Port Henry, NY train station.
The Adirondack, preparing to depart Port Henry, NY after dropping us off.

Like last time, the build-up was interesting, but also a bit boring. It’s not until you’re at over 50% coverage or so do you start to notice a dullness start to cover the land. It’s sort of like a cloudy day, but different in a way I can’t necessarily describe other than muted. This grows as coverage increase. We spent our time walking around, buying and consuming a pizza made in portable trailer based pizza oven (not bad, but I normally wouldn’t have paid as much for it as I did, but hey, I was hungry and it was supporting local business).

As 99% approached, we could definitely feel the temperature drop and now everything was really simply in dull colors. At that point, my eclipse glasses were basically glued to my eyes (with an occasional peak at the landscape around me).

White plate with a colander held above it, showing the Moon's shadow.

Then 100%: Totality. Glasses came off. People cheered and shouted. There was a hole in the sky where the Sun should have been. If you’ve never seen it, it’s bizarre. Literally where the Sun should be, is a dark black dot. It’s the darkest thing in the sky. It’s a bit unsettling.

I can’t recall if I saw it last time, but this time I definitely saw the Sun’s corona. When one considers who big the Sun really is, the eclipse drove home how far from it the corona can extend. I also saw, and confirmed with others, that I saw what apparently was a solar prominence. It had a very distinctive red color and for me appeared at about the 7 o’clock position on the Sun.

Then, just minutes after beginning I saw a flash of the “diamond ring” and put my glasses back on. It was over. We waited for our train, boarded, and once my ticket was scanned, I fell asleep. It wasn’t so much because it was anti-climatic as much as because I had just worked my standard 12 hour shift, plus 3 more the night before. (I literally went from work, straight to the train station).

I still can’t really put to words the experience, but I do know Randi and Ian also came away with the belief that the trip was well worth it.

I will just say this, if you ever get the chance to be in totality, do it. This is especially true for the folks I’ve heard about and say things like “well I was at 99.9%, that’s good enough”. No, it’s not. So, if you make plans to see an eclipse, get into totality. Yes, I get it, you might live or work at say 90% and decide “that’s good enough” and logistically it may be, but honestly, the closer you are to totality, the more worth the effort it is to get all the way. It’s not worth travelling from 40% to 60% but it is for 99% to 100%.

And here’s looking forward to the next North American eclipse in 2044, and perhaps ones elsewhere sooner!

Randi overlooking Lake Champlain
Randi overlooking Lake Champlain

Life is Grand…. jury

Up until now, every time I’ve gotten notice about possible jury duty, I’ve been passed over. In NY, at least in my county, they have had a fairly sweet setup for decades. In the early days you’d receive a card in the mail with two numbers on it, one was your juror number, the other a phone number. You’d call the phone number on Sunday evening and listen to hear if your juror number was among those being called. For example, if your number was 190, the prerecorded message might be something like, “Jurors numbered 1 through 85 are required to report to the courthouse at 9:00 AM. Jurors 86-150 have to call back Monday night for further instructors. If your number is 151 or higher, your services are not required and you are excused for the next 6 years from jury duty.”

Up until this time, my number was always high enough I never had to report. But this time it was different. It was also for grand jury duty. And, being 2023, this time I could call in or check a webpage. I even received a text message the day of, to remind me to check. Sure enough, I was instructed to report Wednesday morning at 9:00 AM to the county courthouse.

This was the first time I had been inside and it was as I expected, lots of oak woodwork and portraits of judges overlooking the courtroom. And of course, uncomfortable chairs and benches to sit in.

After waiting what seemed like an interminable amount of time things finally started moving. We had to watch a video about implicit bias and how we should try to avoid it. Then the judge came in and gave us instructions. She then asked everyone who thought they met the criteria for excusal to form a line and she’d speak to them. I didn’t meet any of the criteria, and honestly, I was a bit curious about being on a jury, and I feel that it’s an important part of our civic duty to try to serve when called, so I sat, and admittedly fell asleep during this time.

Finally the excusals were done and 23 of the remaining 60-80 folks waited to be selected via lottery. For our grand jury there are 23 members, 16 of which constitutes a quorum and 12 required to move forward on a vote (so a majority if all 23 show up.) I was I think, probably about 18th to be selected.

After one final question regarding anyone being unable to serve and one woman being excused and replaced, we were given final instructions. Among these was the selection of a jury foreperson. Some poor fool volunteered for that role. So now I have to swear in each witness and when it comes time, take the votes on indictments report them to the judge.

A little aside: for those not familiar with what a grand jury and what it does, a little background. When post people think of a jury, they’re thinking of what’s known as a petit (small) jury or a trial jury. In the US, this typically composed of 12 jurors and usually all 12 are required for a verdict. This is what you see on most criminal tv shows and what Perry Mason was always able to (except once) convince of his client’s non-guilt. From talking to friends here in NY, those who have served on such have often served for a case lasting 1-2 days. It’s not a lot of commitment and as I said above, I think it’s a critical part of our duties in our civil system.

A grand jury is a bit different. In this case, only the prosecution is present and the goal is simply to determine if there’s enough evidence to go to trial. For example, a prosecutor might think that John Smith is guilty of robbing a grocery store. Before this can go to trial, the prosecutor has to convince at least 12 jurors (out of the 23) that she has enough evidence that a petit jury would likely find Mr. Smith guilty. Say, the prosecution has a video tape of John going into the grocery store at the time the crime took place, video of him inside the store holding a gun, and then video of him leaving with bags of goods. It’s very likely the grand jury would move forward with an indictment. The case would then go to trial. At the trial the defense can then present their evidence and argument.

But let’s say the prosecutor simply says, “well I know John is a criminal and two days later he deposited $500 dollars in his account, and we think that came from the robbery.” Well the grand jury probably wouldn’t be convinced and vote against moving forward with an indictment.

Also, during a grand jury, the jury can and in fact is expected to ask questions. This may be done to clarify a point or to try to get more information to help us make a more informed decision. And in fact, if we think there should be additional charges, we can recommend those to the prosecutor.

Anyway, back to my grand jury. I can’t speak of any details for a variety of reasons. Among them, simply saying, “Oh yeah, I was on a grand jury looking at if John Smith robbed a store” would be unfair to Mr. Smith. People might stop associating with him even if it’s determined there was no evidence supporting the claim. And of course if I said something during the grand jury proceedings and Mr. Smith IS in fact guilty, he might flee the area to avoid arrest.

All I can say in my case (and the Assistant Attorney General has clearly stated we can say this) is that my service is required 3 days a week, most likely for a minimum of 4 more weeks. In theory I’m supposed to be available until December 30th and if necessary they could even extend that. But, all expectations are that we’ll be done in the 4 weeks.

What I can add is that most if not all of us are taking our responsibilities quite seriously. After the first witness for one case (grand juries may or may not sit for multiple cases) was called, I had some questions I wanted to ask, but didn’t want to be the first person to ask a question. Fortunately someone else was willing to be the first and asked their questions. Then I asked mine. And from then on we were off to the races.

So far, out of the 23 of us, I’d say maybe 6 of us are the most likely to ask questions. The prosecutor has the legal right to deny an answer however, or to reword it. For example if a juror simply wanted to ask “Witness Pimba, what’s your favorite color?” That would be denied. It’s not a fact related to the case.

The prosecutor might reword the question in order to better meet certain legal requirements. “Witness Pimba, can you clarify what the speed limit was in that location?” The prosecutor might turn that into two questions, “Witness Pimba, what is the speed limit in that location and how are you aware of it.” This might be phrased this way in order to introduce into the record that the witness saw the speed limit sign there, or that that’s some statutory reason for their knowledge.

This relates to one of the details I find very interesting and that’s how evidence and testimony is introduced into the record. Sometimes there are a bunch of questions that seem trivial or irrelevant, but are there in order to form the building blocks to a bigger question, to set the foundation as you will. This means if there’s 3 similar charges, say on check fraud, the witness might be asked the same or similar question 3 times, one for each charge. For example, “When you received the check from Stacy Fromme, how did you handle it as evidence?” Since each charge is separate, the question has to be asked for each, otherwise subsequent questions couldn’t be introduced into the record. Even if the same procedure was done every single time, the question has to be asked each time.

Right now we’re in the listening and questioning phase. The only folks allowed in the room are us, the prosecutor, the witness, a translator if necessary, and the court reporter. The judge can be called upon to clarify a particular aspect of a law, but otherwise is not there. Technically there’s no defendant because they haven’t been charged yet. And of course because there’s no defendant, there is no defense lawyer. Even if a janitor walks in by mistake to empty the trash, all proceedings stop. Again the idea is to ensure the confidentiality of the proceedings.

So, for now, 3 days a week, I sit in a closed room listening to testimony and examining evidence. At one or more points, even the prosecutor and court reporter will leave the room and we’ll deliberate and votes on charges.

So, in the meantime, life is Grand… jury.

Summer is almost over

Just a reminder!

Sadly, I have to admit I haven’t done many of the things I wanted to do this summer, work has consumed my time. I still hope to find time to do an overnight hike, but I’m not sure when I’d do it. And honestly, I’d need to find time to buy some new hiking shoes first too.

I’m a bit behind on my biking and today it’s not great weather for it. So that’s bugging me.

I finally mowed the lawn yesterday, but it was so high, I had to put the blade higher than I normally do simply so it wouldn’t bind up on all that grass. So I have to find time again to mow it.

There’s a piece of trim on my garage door I need to find the time (and let’s be honest motivation) to fix.

Can we extend summer another 2-3 months please?

100 Hours In

So far I’ve got 100 hours in as an ED Tech. Actually it’s a bit more since I’ve had to work past the official end of my shift a few times. Now if anyone has done the math and read a previous post, they’re probably curious how I got to the number 100 and why it’s not 96 or some other multiple of 12. The truth is, my normal shift is 12 hours. However, during my most recent 12 hour shift a text went out to all techs asking if anyone was available to work a “Crisis Shift.” I volunteered. Now the down side is, as an orient I’m not eligible for the bonus differential for a crisis shift (which I’ve been told is fairly nice). But I wasn’t doing it for the money. I was doing it for the experience. Normally my shifts are 11:00-23:30 (that includes in theory 30 minutes for a meal). Since this 4 hour shift started at 23:00, it meant I worked 11:00-03:00. Yes, you’re reading it right: I worked a 16 hour shift. This allowed me to experience the ED at a different time of the day than I’m used it. And I will say it was worth it. The overall “mood” is a bit different. It’s definitely a bit quieter.

And best of all, I survived the shift. Granted the next day I resorted to a dose of caffeine between class and lab in order to stay awake, but overall, it wasn’t too bad. On the other hand, if I were 30 years younger, I think it would have been a bit easier to recover from also.

I’ll probably pick up more Crisis shifts in the future, especially once I’m eligible for the Crisis Pay differential since it gives me the experience and pays decently.

Footwear

For my original shifts I pulled out some old shoes to wear. I figured if they got covered in fluids or something I could toss them. Sure enough, on my second or third shift I stepped in something very sticky. I looked down with dread and was relieved to see it was only some apple sauce the patient had spilled.

However, fairly quickly I realized how uncomfortable they were. The one weekend I should have gone shopping for new shoes I didn’t. It took me a few shifts and some thought to realize what the real problem was: lack of arch support. Hence the photo above where I added some impromptu arch support. It was an amazing difference.

That said, this past weekend I picked up a pair of Skechers to wear at work. One big advantage of them too is they’re machine washable. I suspect at some point I may have to take advantage of that ability, but so far I’ve been, apple sauce aside, lucky.

And now off to another shift (and two more this coming weekend.)

And of course the disclaimer that I in no way speak for my employer Albany Medical Health Systems in this post. That said, I do hope not to see anyone of you in the ED any time soon. Drive safe over this break and please do not drink and drive.

A New Relationship

I’ll admit, it’s taken me awhile to get this far. But over the weekend I started a new relationship. My last one had lasted about 32 years. In fact it started right after college. And boy was she a beaut. She’s been with me to Lake George multiple times and we’ve seen a lot of local back roads and other locations. She’s been mostly faithful. A few times there have been breakdowns and I can say we’ve had a few flat times along the way. But, it was fun. But it was time to move on. Things had changed. And she was developing rust spots and the years were showing. And honestly as, much as I enjoyed her, there were quirks along the way.

I’ll still keep her in the garage and go out with her from time to time, probably in the winter months, but my new one is so much better.

This weekend I went down to New Jersey to pick up my new friend. It was the closet place I could find the perfect match. And trust me I had looked closer. I look forward to years of adventures and trips with my new friend.

Randi drove down with me to keep me company. She was definitely behind me in this endeavor. She knows how much I enjoyed spending time with my last one and how much I’ll spend time with my new one.

Oh wait, you do realize I’m talking about my bicycle right? Seriously, the comment about rust spots should have been the giveaway!

Ok, enough of being coy and all that. Now the details.

The 520 and earlier

After college my mom had bought me a Trek 520 as a graduation gift. I’ve always loved bike riding and this was an upgrade and a replacement from an earlier, used bicycle I had gotten in high school. That one was lovely, but by the time I had acquired it was well over a decade old and was showing its age. It failed me in a dramatic fashion as somehow the front fork collapsed into the wheel somersaulting me over the handlebars. I suspect somehow the front axle had come loose, I had hit a bump, the frame and forks went up, the tired didn’t, and when the fork came back down went in between the forks. The details don’t really matter other than the fact I woke up to seeing a CDTA bus coming towards me. My first thoughts were “why is there a CDTA bus coming at me? Why am I laying on the road? Wasn’t I napping and about to bike to the rockclimbing cliffs?” Needless to say I didn’t make the cliffs that day. I did make it ou to lunch with my aunt a few days later who did let me know my swollen lower lip did make me look like a duck. Thanks Aunt Miki.

I will add a serious note here. I had not ridden that bike for a few weeks because my helmet had been locked on campus at RPI and I had just gotten it back the day before. I shudder to think what would have happened had I NOT had a helmet on that day. I very clearly had hit the pavement with the front of my head. I had been a huge proponent of helmets before than and am an even bigger one now. I firmly believe it saved me from serious head trauma.

Anyway, later that summer I received my new bike. A Trek 520. It was almost ideal. I saw almost. It was great for road-biking and I could take it on dirt roads without too much concern. It rode well. It was fitted with a rear-rack which I’ve used for various panniers over the years. I’ve been 1000s of miles on that bike. During the pandemic I managed to do 100 days in a row with at least 5 miles a day (except one when a damaged tire ended my ride at about 2 miles) and most days more and even did a Century Ride that summer. My first in about 35 years.

Milk (and a brownie) does the body good!

I don’t know how many tubes I’ve replaced or how many times I’ve replaced the tires, or how many water bottles I’ve gone through, but the bike as served me well. I even put enough miles on it I had to replace the middle ring up front as well as the rear cassette.

Worn from the miles

I would probably have kept riding the 520 into the sunset, but it is starting to develop some rust issues and the back axle really needs replacing and probably the tires and well at some point I decided it was time for a new bike.

Now that said, one thing that I enjoy about biking is when things all click and one simply becomes “one with the machine.” Any bicyclist will know this feeling. You and the bike are one. It responds to your every move and it’s smooth and the wheels spinning are simply an extension of your legs and your muscles. It’s honestly a beautiful moment. It doesn’t happen every ride or even the entire length of the ride, but when it does, you feel like you can ride forever.

But it was time. Time to shop around. I had actually started in 2021 but due to the pandemic finding anything was hard. Combine that with my absolute hate of shopping for stuff like this slowed me down. I did stop at the same bike shop I had bought my 520 at years ago. They didn’t have the model I was looking for and honestly, the owner’s attitude sort of turned me off. He seemed disinterested in my search and really seemed like I was bothering him. I’ve since talked to another avid biker who lives right near the shop and he says he’s felt the same way, to the point where he won’t shop there.

The Search

Anyway, I finally had narrowed it down to a Domane 2 AL last year. But every place said “oh we’re not taking delivery until 2022 at the earliest” and without the ability to actually try one I wasn’t going to put a deposit down. About 2 months ago though I started looking in earnest. I made one mistake in my search: I started at Google for a place to shop. The closest was a place in Maryland, High Mountain Sports. They didn’t have the disc brake version in stock, but after exchanging a few emails I decided I’d stop by on my way back from the NCRC weeklong in southern Virginia. It was about 2 hours out of my way, but I figured I had to at last try the fit. It was pretty good. It convinced me the Domane was probably the bike for me. I did end up buying a helmet there. I had wanted to get a new one for awhile and figured if I couldn’t buy a bike that day, I should at least give them some business. I would recommend them if you’re in the area however (and the Deep Creek Lake area is beautiful). And the drive through the mountains was worth it.

It wasn’t until a week later when I was home I realized that the Trek website itself had a search feature for its dealers! This is where I should have started instead of Google (hence my mistake above.) I also spoke further with some biking friends and decided perhaps it was worth going all the way up to the 5 model. It has better components and 11 gears on the rear cassette giving a wide range of speeds.

Well thanks to the Trek site, I found a dealer nearby that claimed to have one in stock in the color and size I wanted. I emailed them and heard back: “Sorry, we literally just sold that the other day, we just haven’t cleared it from the system yet.” I expanded my search but nothing close by had it in stock. Finally I found Bicycle Tech in New Jersey had it. A series of emails back and forth and I planned my trip for Sunday. My concern of course was either they’d sell it in the meantime or that I’d end up hating it. Well let me cut to the chase and say it was worth the 2.5 hour drive in each direction. Turns out they sell ONLY Trek bikes, have a huge inventory in stock (in fact their showroom was packed with unpacked bicycles!) And their service and attitude was exceptional. Very friendly and helpful. It was worth it. Close to 2 hours later (after they did a final tuning before handing it off to me and jumping my car battery, which is another story) I was on my way home.

The Domane 5 AL and Thoughts

The new bike: Trek Domane 5 AL

I took it out for a ride that afternoon when I got home.

Now, that said, how do I like it?

Well I still need to get a rear rack for it (one of the few items Bicycle Tech didn’t have in stock) and move over my bike computer or get a new one.

And the geometry is definitely different. It’s a slightly shorter wheelbase from what I can tell and as a result it’s what I’ve been describing as twitchy. By that I mean it feels like any slight twitch of my arms will cause it to turn. I’m a bit afraid if I take one arm off the handlebars and am turning may find myself having the front wheel snap to far in the direction of the turn. But I’m very confident as my muscle memory for this bike develops that will stop being a concern. And I think once a get a new front back (or for now move the old one over, it’s only about 40 years old!) this will add a bit of inertia which will help resist the twitch.

I had been concerned that going from a 3-7 setup for gear to a 2-11 I’d lose the advantage of the “granny” gear” but in my two rides so far, I’m finding I really prefer the 2-11 setup. There’s definitely enough range that hill-climbing is if anything easier and there’s less hunting for the right combination of gears. Already I find myself shifting a bit more often (which in this case is a good thing) to stay at the cadence and effort I prefer.

I also find given the slightly different geometry, I’m riding with my hands on the brifters and forward part of the handlebars a bit more than I did on the 520. On the 520 I was generally riding on the cross-bar section of the handlebars. So in theory I’m in a better position and a slightly more aerodynamic one. And I find it comfortable except for one important detail I’m going to have to work on. I’m finding that even after about 5 miles, the palms of my hands are very sore, almost like I’m pinching a nerve. I’m working on hand position to solve this but it will take some work. It’s really the only concern I have in terms of fit. If I can’t solve this, I may have issues. But I’m confident I can. My 2nd ride was more comfortable than the first, despite it being about a mile longer.

And the brifters. Yes, that’s apparently the right word. They are a combination brake and shifter mechanism. I’ll admit, I’m worried about servicing these in the future, but for now they’re pretty good. Basically, in the standard riding position, I can brake and shift all without moving my hand. It’s taking some getting used to, especially remembering which way to shift to increase or decrease the gear ratio but it’s quickly becoming a very natural motion. I think I’ll come to love these.

The disc brakes. These are taking some getting used to and I’m still breaking in the brakes. But I can get an idea of exactly their stopping power. This is generally a good thing. But I will have to keep an eye, especially on a wet ride, that I don’t suddenly lock up the front brake and find myself doing a somersault over the handlebars.

Overall, I think I’ve found a great new partner for my longer rides. But I’l be keeping the 520 around for a few more years for those messy days or for nostalgia’s sake. You don’t just forget a partner like that.

T-SQL Tuesday – The Conference That Changed Everything For Me

My faithful readers get a double dose today, only because when I wrote my earlier post I had not yet seen the invite for this month’s T-SQL Tuesday. Otherwise I would have started with this post (and perhaps written a better version of it. This will be a bit hurried).

Like many I’m picking PASS Summit. No, not very creative, but true and accurate. I should note my first conference was SQL Connections back in I believe 2006 or 2007 in Orlando and that had a fairly important impact on me too. But my first PASS Summit in 2015 had a bigger one. I managed to go in the place of our SQL Server User Group organizer provided I attended the User Group update the day before and also represent us officially in that capacity. I of course did both.

But I also had an ulterior motive for going. Two of my best friends from college lived in Seattle and I had not seen them in years, in fact in well over a decade. So it was a good chance to catch up with them. (Let me just say, flying from the east coast to the west coast and trying to go to bed at 1:00 AM West coast time, but waking up at 7:00 AM doesn’t work well!)

That said, the real reason this conference was so important was because I met Kathi Kellenberger @AuntKathi. She gave a presentation on how to get published. For years I had given thought to writing a book and with the recent death of my father, who had always wanted to write the Great American Novel this seemed like an interesting session to attend. She of course gave a great presentation. I spoke briefly with her afterwards and then went on to the next session. But her session stayed in my mind. Later that day I tracked her down and asked further questions and before I knew it I was introduced to her rep at Apress.com. Very quickly I was discussing my idea with him and before I knew it, he expressed and interest and suggested I submit a more formal idea via email. Within a few weeks of the conference I did so and my idea was accepted. That was the easy part. Translating my thoughts to paper was a bit harder. But a year later by the 2016 Pass Summit I was a published author. My dad wasn’t around to see it, but the book was dedicated to him. It wasn’t the Great American Novel and honestly, sales never lived up to even my more pessimistic expectations, but that doesn’t matter. Someone paid me for my writings! And you can still buy a copy of IT Disaster Response: Lessons Learned in the Field, my take on combining IT Disaster response with thoughts on plane crashes and cave rescues. It’s not the most technical book, nor was it intended to be, but it was meant to be sort of a different and more holistic way of looking at responding to disasters. Instead of talking about “do backups like this” it talks about using ICS (Incident Command System) and CRM (Crew Resource Management) techniques to help respond to your disaster.

I’m not here to sell you on my book but talk about how that one conference and that one chance encounter with the right person changed my life. But I won’t stop you from buying it. It’s a quick and I thikn fun read! And you might even learn something.

I’ve enjoyed all my PASS Summits, including 2020 when I finally had a chance to present (albeit remotely) and SQL Saturdays (where I’ve learned a LOT and owe too many people to name a great deal of thanks for all they’ve taught) but that first Summit was the one that probably had the most impact.

Thanks for reading.

It’s Not Their Responsibility

Imagine if you will, a friend tells you they found an unwelcome guest had been in their house. Not necessarily a burglar or anything like that, but simply someone who saw the door was unlocked, and decided to walk in, grab a cold one, pop it open and then put their feet up and start watching TV. Finally they finished watching TV and left. The only thing left behind was a note that said, “Hey, I noticed you had a really nice house, and a nice taste in beverages and your TV is really kick-ass. Hope you don’t mind me checking it out. I’d love to get to know you better and perhaps replace the cold one I drank. Thanks”

Your friend is understandably upset. They feel violated and they post their anger about it.

Now I want you to ask yourself, how would you react?

Would you tell them, “well you should lock your door?” That may seem like good advice, but I suspect your friend has already thought about it. And perhaps they had good reason to leave the door unlocked (perhaps they were just out for a bit and expecting an actual welcome guest to pop in?) In any case, probably not the most useful advice and in a sense is putting the burden on your friend.

Would you commensurate with? Give them a hug and tell them how you sympathize and how you share their concerns? I’d hope so. Your friend has just shared something traumatic with you. They are most likely looking for some comfort.

Would you suggest to your friend that perhaps they should figure out who this person is and take the time to tell them that going into people’s houses uninvited is not a good idea? Let’s ignore the difficulty of figuring out who the person is (perhaps they left their address in hopes your friend would contact them). I would certainly hope you would not do this. First of all, it’s not your friend’s responsibility to tell a complete stranger how to behave. Secondly, you’re now putting the pressure on the victim here and potentially adding to their trauma. There really is no upside to this approach. Just DO NOT DO THIS!

Now, imagine it’s the complete stranger is actually your friend who did this. You hear their story of how they basically played Goldilocks for a day in someone else’s house. This time, ask yourself the question, would you expect the home owner to tell them what they did was wrong or would you think perhaps you as a friend should point out how egregious their behavior was. This is where your focus should be. Making sure the people around you don’t do this. Not telling the homeowners to give this lesson.

To whose who are saying “well the above is a made up scenario” you’re right. It is.

But replace the house and the cold one and the TV with an unsolicited email via a professional site like LinkedIn. It’s the same effect.

Let’s play a little game here. You may recall it from Sesame Street. It’s called “One of these things is not like the other.”

  • Grindr
  • Tinder
  • LinkedIn
  • Adult Friend Finder

Or another

  • SQL Saturday
  • Local User Group Meeting
  • Your local Singles Group

In the first case, one of those sites is definitely not a place to try to hit on people. It’s a professional site to maintain professional contacts. The other sites are designed to find dates

In the second case, one of those places is definitely a place appropriate place to try to hit on someone. The other two, not so much.

If you can’t tell the difference, my advice, stay away from all of the above until you can.

The take-away: Don’t put the burden for teaching proper behavior on the subject. Take it on yourself and make sure you don’t know anyone who would presume to use a professional site in such an unprofessional manner.

This post may or may not have been inspired by true events. Does it matter?