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PMC 2019 – 11 Years

It’s a new year and that means it’s time for PMC 2019!

Skip all the rest of this nonsense and show your support

Donate To Randy Donate To Julie
(We can balance funds later, so please don’t worry about who’s ahead/behind.)

What is the PMC?

The PMC is a very large sports based fundraising event where 100% of the proceeds make it to Dana Farber Cancer Institute in Boston.  We bike to show our commitment and to enjoy the ride with thousands of like minded people dedicated to our cause.

I bike to preserve the memory of my niece and help others win their battle with cancer.

PMC 2018 was my 10th year riding and one of the greatest.  Somehow, I didn’t make time to write a post for the start of PMC 2018 and I didn’t write a “wrap-up” either!  Unbelievable.

This post will cover those thing and the kickoff for PMC 2019!

Before we get started, let’s have a walk down memory lane to remember how we got here and what happened along the way.

2009 : I made a blind leap into a new adventure.
2010 : My father came along for the ride.
2011 : I joined an actual team and we rode together.
2012 : Meg died.  I miss her.  We all do.
2013 : We made some awesome pictures together.
2014 : My wife rode for the first time, a bee stung my face, and it rained the whole weekend.
2015 : I built a road bike to ride, instead of my mountain bike.  Absolutely perfect weather.
2016 : Julie crashed dramatically on the way TO the PMC but didn’t break herself or her bike.
2017 : I broke my collar into lots of pieces.  Skiing, not biking!
2018 : Lots of rain, rode at the “People’s Pace”.

Most of those memories mean more to me than you, of course.  Each ride is starting to blur together and I need something to keep them unique in my mind.  Writing up these intros and summaries will be helpful as long as I make time to do it.

So for you and for me, I’m going to walk through 2018 before we jump into 2019.  Before I started outlining some notes for this, I thought 2018 was a bit of a boring year.  Now that I look back, it’s clear that 2018 was chocked full of stuff both great and not so great.

So let’s begin!


Good news!  Very few injuries in 2018.  Just the normal little spills and such.  However, I did fall OFF the Bridge of Certain Death™ once.  I did not fall into the water, which is good because the cargo bike would have come down on top of me.  I managed to land on the far ledge and only jammed up my bad shoulder a bit.  I decided then and there that I would walk the bike over the bridge from then on.  Welcome to old age, I guess.

However, there was one fairly significant injury from 2017, but that was post PMC and I haven’t had a chance to tell you about it until now.

My good friend holds a lovely Halloween party every year.  Julie and I rode bikes there, as one does.  With the kids.  We rode home VERY late night and I decided riding through the woods would be safer than being on the road with all the drunk drivers.  Turns out…

There was some mud and it was quite slippery.  And there was a rock.  A singular rock that was quite sharp.  Darkness, it was 11PM.  We have lights on the bikes.  Very bright lights.

My wheels rode up the side of a rut a bit then both started to slide the other way quite quickly.  I said, “Hang on kids! We’re going down!” (The kids were on the back).  I thought I did a stellar job of laying the bike down gracefully.  I have a rule, when falling, to hang on to the bars and to make sure the bike hits the ground before my hands.

My hands were fine but remember the rock?  The rock, all alone on this slippery muddy trail, was waiting for my knee cap.  All of the remaining speed that I was expecting to dissipate while sliding through the gross, but hilarious mud, was directed straight into that rock by way of the skin over my knee cap.

The kids were fine if a tad muddy.  We got up and got moving and my right leg was giving me a bit of trouble.  I tried to write it off as just some discomfort because I couldn’t see a thing in the dark.  I told Julie, “Something doesn’t seem quite right”, and press onward with both gigantic kids on the back of my cargo bike.  We got home where I could see the damage.

The mud is hiding some of the details. But the blood running into my sock reveals much.

That looks like just a little scratch, but it went to the bone and is now swelling.

Turns out, I made quite the puncture right over my kneecap.  I did go to the doctor because the leg swelled up so fast that it was very difficult to move and I was concerned the cut would get infected without antibiotics.  The doctors were split on whether I cracked the kneecap or not, but it was still in one piece, so all was well.

Here’s where the bad news gets worse.  You might be able to technically say that I broke my never-driving-to-work streak because of this one stupid rock.

My doctor’s office is in the same office park as my work office.  I drove our car there because, well, because it was difficult to move my leg.  It was also difficult to operate the pedals, but easier than pedaling a bike at the time.

And then, because I was there and had nothing else pressing to do, I went in to my WORK office.  It was right there.  I limped over.  I do not remember the exact date.  It must have been somewhere around 10/31/2017.  This was the day that I drove a car to the office.  Mark this on your calendars people because I have been working at KAYAK for 5 years, 4 months, and 22 days (according to my HR system at the time of this writing).  And in that time I have never driven a car into the office but for that one day my leg wouldn’t move.

I will carry this burden on my soul until the day they put my body into the furnace.

You may ask, well what about your exploded shoulder and all the days AFTER your doctor visit, smart guy?  Rode my bike, duh.  After shoulder surgery, I rode one handed for a couple weeks, is all.  After this, I just did all the pedaling with my left leg.

Oh, almost forgot.  Kidney stones!  HUGE kidney stones!  They came upon me very quickly during a ski trip.  If you’ve never had them, it seems that the experience is extraordinarily painful.  We went to the hospital visit for a few hours while they figured out what it was.  As soon as they did they gave me some weird drug and boom, gone.  No problem.  So that was awesome.

I highly recommend avoiding kidney stones if you can.

Family Updates!

The Boy

About 10 days before his birthday, the boy (Max) also found himself in the hospital.  Not because of daredevil antics but purely nature and luck..  His appendix blew up quick and he ended up in the ER only hours after being sent home from school.  That night, a lovely doctor with “therapy cats” inflated his belly with carbon dioxide and snipped out that little not-so-useful organ.


The procedure is really interesting but not everyone would enjoy the details.  We were very thankful for this doctor and the fantastic work that she did for our boy.  The kids got to meet the therapy cats on his follow up visit.  I am skeptical that the cats knew their purpose, but I am certain the kids enjoyed petting them anyway.

Before this set back, Max was playing Spring soccer and baseball.  Molly was as well and I can tell you, as a parent, two kids playing two sports each is a terrible idea.  Especially when you’re also coaching some of the teams.

See. Feeling better and trying to get some bike injuries of his own.

I don’t think we were “champs” or anything. Actually, I can’t remember. But what a terrific group of kids.

Pitching BEFORE the operation.

We’ve also had some terrific skiing adventures.  Max is getting so good that we can ski any trail any time.  Every so often we get some of these killer days with huge piles of powder.


In addition to the appendix thing, the boy has also been struggling with what we think is Sever’s Disease.  It basically makes his heels hurt all the time.  Especially when running and doing sportsy stuff which kinds of puts a damper on his activities.  He’s getting better or growing out of it.  One of those.  I expect 2019 will be a much more sportsy year for Max.

So far we have been playing indoor soccer and skiing.  Max has decided to not play baseball in the spring and I’m OK with that.  We will play soccer again and try to add in some mountain biking.

Max is setting a not-driving record of his own.  I think he has walked (or biked) to school every day since early in the school year 2017.  He and two of his friends have been steadfast while others join them periodically but don’t always stick around.  They pickup one more closer to the school and arrive as a group of four.

I love that they can have this independence and the boys love the time they have together.

I’m pretty sure it was like -10 degrees this day.

The Girl

Molly CRUSHED 2018.  Moving from kindergarten to first grade, she is following very closely behind her fifth grade brother.  She is doing well in her Spanish immersion class (¿Yo creo que?) and pretty interested in a lot of things.  She loves biking and REALLY wants to go to a sleep over mountain biking camp.  The camp won’t let her until 5th grade and she’s not very happy about that, but we’ll figure something out between now and then.

I’m fairly certain she just wants some of that sweet sweet independence.

I went to Switzerland and brought her back a Swiss Army knife, as you do.

Helping with the dishes.

Enjoying the best part of skiing.  Not sure where everyone else is.  It must have been cold.

We played hockey once. She loved it.

Molly took “track days” seriously.  Hammering the runs and throwing in some pushups for good measure just to show up her tired brother with his sore heels and sore appendix-less belly.

He form needs a little work.

And finally, in a bid to really squeak out the win for 50.1% of her father’s love, Molly decided she wanted to be the first offspring to take up snowboarding.  Both kids have been skiing, but she insisted we spend some quality time together in some snuggly learning positions.

Technically, I’m going “backwards”. At least from the way I normally go.

Oh… and then look… daddy/daughter dance!


The Wife (Julie)

Julie continues to be her awesome self.  It’s easier for me to list the ways in which she is awesome that to type it all out and I’m sure I’m leaving something out:

  • Countless hours building recycled wooden creations for PMC fundraising.
  • Basically all of the household duties.
  • Dealing with the kids while I’m at work.
  • Working various jobs because she wants to help.
  • Built and entire retaining wall with like 50,000,000 tons of dirt and concrete.
  • And probably a bunch of house projects I didn’t even notice.

She did have an injury which she may not want me posting pictures of.  She fell while biking (slippery paint) and separated her shoulder.  These are crappy injuries because they basically never stop hurting and are always getting in the way of everything.


Well, we went over my injuries already.  Pain is the highlight of my life.

Something that is certainly relevant to me and biking updates: I took a work trip to Amsterdam!  Essentially all of the Netherlands is a paradise.  I can feel you rolling you eyes, but it would be a paradise for you as well, you just don’t know it yet.  It’s proven that they raise the happiest children on the planet.  When you are there, you can see it happening, but it’s hard to place why.

Certainly I believe that the vastly diminished presence of motor vehicles plays a huge role.  Combined with their population density, attention to social services and public spaces, it’s just a wonderful place to be. It’s certainly a different lifestyle than what I have now, but I think I could adapt preeeeeeeeeeetty quickly.

I took this picture. It’s not staged. I could have pointed the camera in any direction. These people feel safe and are safe. It’s awesome.

Parking at the train station. SERIOUSLY, can you imagine if these were all cars? It WOULD NOT WORK.

You’ll be surprised to know that I didn’t even ride a bike while I was there.  I walked and scootered a lot.  I don’t like to ride in unfamiliar (and busy) places.  It’s hard to take everything in.  Scootering around makes it easy for me to stop and walk and wander off into a park.

Biking Training and Other Family Events

Do we ride bikes? You bet we do.  It’s the best way to get around as long as you’re not going too far.  What’s too far?  Well, that depends on you.

Molly really enjoyed this group mountain bike ride and wants to make it a thing.  For a while it was all she would talk about.  “I hate everything and only want to mountain bike!”, etc.

Julie and I rode to the top of Wachusett.  As you do.  Every year we torture ourselves with this ridiculous effort.  It’s like 70-80-100 miles or something and a stupid amount of going up.

I ran into so many turtle friends on the trails.  Turtles are good people.

Cargo bikes are great for carrying things.  Including chainsaws for removing trees that fall on the trail.

The swimming pool that we go to is only about 5 miles away.

A Wedding!

My cousin Ian and Anne were married this summer!  We have an enjoyable trip on an airplane, swim in lake Michigan, and sweat our ASSES off at that outdoor reception.

Look at all this family!

Let’s Finish Up With A List

I need to get this sent out.  Reviewing pictures is fun, but I’m running out of time!

  • We have Gerbils now
  • We biked 12 miles each way to see fireworks
  • A helicopter tried to kill me in Switzerland
  • I have coached a lot of soccer
  • Kidney stones are the worst, think I mentioned that
  • Daddy/daughter dance
  • Molly ran to school for a few weeks over the summer
  • I am sorry for the lack of Thank You Notes in 2018
  • We bikes to Lake Boone a lot to swim
  • Had my 25th HS reunion
  • My friend Mike had a baby!
  • Daddy daughter dance
  • Pedal fell off, again
  • We biked in the Maynard Christmas Parade, again
  • I rode a scooter a lot more
  • Too a trip to Switzerland
  • Ate soap at Christmas

Thank You

I can’t do any of this without your support.  Every year it is a pleasure to participate in the PMC and I hope that I can continue to do so for as long as I am physically able.

See you at the finish line!

Two Weeks To PMC 2018

Julie and I are neck and neck in fundraising this year.  Probably because many of you donate to both of us (thank you for that).

Show your support –> or to Julie

2018 has been a busier year than average.  I’m not sure exactly why, but I know I wanted to make Thank You Songs™ for each and every one of you and that idea has fallen flat.  I am also behind on my training.  I don’t feel as good as I have in past years.  There are plenty of miles (2,500) under my belt for the year, but too many of those have been soccer practice and regular slow going errands, not enough “workout” rides.

It’s like walking vs. running.  You can’t train for a marathon by walking even if walking is fun.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the slow going errand rides far more than I do the fast moving training rides.  The bike-exercise is just something that I have to do to participate in the PMC.  It’s the only way to manage the distances in a reasonable amount of time and with minimal pain at the end.  So, as I type this on a Sunday, I’m convincing myself to get on one of the bikes and go ride in the rain for a few hours because I will be no time during the week to do it.

Yes, one of the bikes.  Today looks like a super fun fat-bike-in-the-woods day.  Or possibly night.

2018 Personal OKRs

I already feel stupid writing that heading.


Let’s just call them “goals”. OKRs are Objective and Key Results. Basically just goals that have measurements so you can see exactly how badly you’ve screwed them up.

Full disclosure, I stole this idea from this fellow. We do this type of thing at work, of course. So why not outside of work? It’s not a New Years Resolution™ exactly. Resolutions tend to be things like “Stop procrastinating!” and “Lose weight!”.

These are fine goals to make, but without a way to measure them, it’s hard to know if you’re working toward them. Use “Lose weight” as an objective, and add some ways to measure it like: stop taking the elevator, walk 5+ miles/week, 3 beers/week max, etc.

Key Results. Measurable things.

If you only focus on the weight loss, it can be overwhelming when the scale doesn’t change.

Let’s Get Started

I didn’t set any goals for 2017 so any new objectives might seem a tad out of whack.

If you’re reading this and thinking to yourself that I’m just doing it all wrong, please just close your browser and move along. This is how I’m doing it! Write your own OKRs!

1. Health And Fitness

Start with the cliché. I know.

  • > 20 pushups each day
    • “That’s easy!” No, it’s easy to forget. You do it punk!
  • 10 Pullups each work day
    • This is an important detail. Work has a gym with a pullup bar.
    • Sets of less than 10 are fine since I can’t do 10 in a row anyway.
  • Bike 5,000 miles !
    • Why 5,000? Well, I did about 4,500 in 2017. 5,000 is just a tad more work.
  • Run 250 miles
    • Loosely based on 5 miles/week
    • Biking is nice, but it’s not everything. Running is good heart stuff.

2. Learning Things

“Read More Books!!!!1!!11” Right?

Books are nice. Picking up new skills is also nice.

I’m not going to play in any recitals, so that’s all I’m going to promise for now.

  • Practice Spanish
    • Make Duolingo think I’m 50% fluent (It thinks I’m 35% now, which is bit nuts).
    • Read at least one book written in Spanish. Like, say… 100 pages.

My daughter is in a Spanish immersion kindergarten. It’s weird, I know. I figure I should at least try to keep up. I’d like to know what she knows.

  • Learn Sketchup
    • Design the kitchen for our house. At least one option.

More on this later. I’m repeating OKRs in two categories. But sketchup is a pretty handy tool for designing many things. And in a world of 3D everything, it can’t hurt to know well.

  • Read at least one actual book
    • I’m like 100% audio books.
    • Reading to the kids doesn’t count.

3. Home & Family

Making myself less fat is nice and everything, but what’s the point in being a parent if I’m not going to focus improving their lives just a bit? Any improvement will do.

  • Remove clutter from my office.
    • 50% fewer useless books.
    • Nothing spilling into the hallway.
    • Remove all of the old cameras, parts, pieces that I don’t use.
    • Empty the basked of useless cables.

IT HELPS THEM, trust me. My office is a MESS. I’ll provide before & after pictures at the end of the year.

  • Help the kids donate $$$s
    • Research at least 10 charitable organizations
    • Donate their spend pile at least twice during the year

The kids are following a spend/save/give program now with their money. More on this later, perhaps. But this particular goal is to help them work through the process of deciding which charities will get their money.

  • Home Projects
    • Patch the hole in the bedroom ceiling that we thought was filled with bees but turned out to be ants instead.
    • After learning Sketchup (see “Learning”) create one or more first floor layouts.

I don’t have a “honey do” list because she does most of the doing. But I’m the one that cut the hole in the ceiling, so I should probably patch it.

4. Community & Giving

Julie and I ride the PMC every year, that’s just about a given at this point. That consumes quite a bit of time and energy. But we have plenty of money that could do more good.

I am also already on one local committe and the youth soccer board in town, as well as a coach. This also eats up a ton of time but I will keep doing it.

  • Scheduled Donations
    • At least 2 automatic recurring donations to different institutions.

I tend to donate to things randomly but not consistently. There are plenty of charities that I would love to support on a recurring basis and should get started doing that right away.

  • Complete Streets
    • Work with the school system to address shortcomings in the walkability at the schools.
    • Work with the Safe Routes to School folks to get some programs started.

You probably already know I’m a big fan of not driving. Especially when you’re going on a 1/2 mile trip. Especially especially when you’re going to bring your 3,500 lb rolling steal death box to the roads where kids are converging for their daily education.

Put them on the bus, or let them walk bike there. “But it’s not safe!”, you say. Well, in comes the Safe Routes to School program and now you understand my objective.

No More Time For Typing

With all these THINGS I’m promsing myself that I’ll do, I’d best be getting started. This office isn’t going to clean itself. I am on track with pushups though. No problem there, but I’m going to have to start running next week and kick up my bike commuting miles or I will quickly fall behind!

Happy New Year.

PMC 2017 Begins!

It’s a new year and that means it’s time for PMC 2017!

Skip all the rest of this nonsense and show your support

Donate To Randy Donate To Julie
(We can balance funds later, so please don’t worry about who’s ahead/behind.)
Read my review of last year’s PMC

What is the PMC?

The PMC is a very large sports based fundraising event where 100% of the proceeds make it to Dana Farber Cancer Institute in Boston.  We bike to show our commitment and to enjoy the ride with thousands of like minded people dedicated to our cause.

I bike to preserve the memory of my niece and help others win their battle with cancer.

Bumpy Start

I was enjoying skiing a bit too much this winter and managed to shatter my collar bone a few days ago. It will be 2-3 months before it is near 100% so training is going to be a bit tricky. Even worse, just riding where I need to go will be difficult. However, in the last three years I haven’t driven a car to work once and I don’t plan on breaking that record now!

But first…

Family Updates

We’ve had many biking adventures

In the wild.

Snake *skins*

Rides to school.

Rides on her brother’s bike.

Christmas Tree By Bike


I turned 41.

Molly turned the big 5.0!

I crashed my bike (sorry, gross).

We Did Some Running

And Some Skiing


Played soccer.

First day of school.


Julie and I celebrated 10 years!

The GREATEST glove/boot dryer ever made.

Ladies at the check presentation.

Hiking in Purgatory Chasm.

Julie built a glorious cat condo for a stray cat.



And probably lots of other fun stuff happened too. OK, perhaps it wasn’t always fun, but life is what you make of it, so why be down about things you can’t change?


Last Wednesday, February 15, my employer took the company on a ski trip to Loon Mountain. I have been skiing, instead of snowboarding, this season to help teach Molly how to ski. Up until last year I have snowboard most of my life. It is what I know. It is what I am good at on snow. Unfortunately that confidence may have carried over into skiing and made me a bit to careless.

Here’s what happened.

A small group of us skied into the small terrain park. I stopped at the top to look at the features. There were ramps, rails, and boxes all over the hill for fun or avoidance, depending on your personal aspirations. My plan was too look for some relatively small jumps and avoid the gnarly metal objects completely.

A friend went ahead and hopped over the knuckle of the first slope and it looked like fun. Instead of following my original plan to scope things out, I followed him. What i didn’t know is that he had just barely missed a ground level “feature” pipe that was buried in the fresh snow.

I did not miss it.

As i jumped, I must have clipped the pipe. I’m not 100% on what happened next. I know I went higher than I was planning though. I must have also been knocked off axis.

When I hit, I hit hard. My back right side took the impact, but not well. I yelled as the air was knocked out of my lungs but I didn’t recognize the real problem right away.

After I regained my breath, I heard someone ask if I was alright, which was nice of them. But I wasn’t alright. I raised one finger as an indication to wait while I tried to determine the answer to their question. Sitting in the snow with my skis still on, I moved my left hand slowly over my right shoulder until I felt the bone.

I dropped my hand and said, “I broke my collar bone.”

They turned and quickly skied off saying, “I’ll get ski patrol!!”, while some others stayed behind. My vision blurred a bit and I didn’t try to get up. I asked one of the guys to take my skis off while I sat and waited for the ski patrol to rescue my butt from the cold snow.

I was pretty impressed with how quickly they arrived and thanked them many times. They asked me all of the does-he-have-a-concussion questions while I tried to lay in the snow and take a nap. Perhaps that was why they kept asking me the questions. I knew I hadn’t hit my head, but I was likely exhibiting some “shock” symptoms. I did know my bones had snapped and I was trying to focus on not letting it bother me. Also, it takes a bit of focus to tell your brain that your right arm should no longer be considered a useful part of your body.

I could have skied down. I COULD HAVE!

About twenty minutes, a ride in a led, and a WW II style cloth sling later, the ski patrol medic says to me, “Well, that’s about all we can do. You should really get yourself to a hospital.”

“Can I get a beer first?”

, I asked.

“I can’t recommend that, but if it were me in this situation, I probably would.”

So I had a beer, snack, and a couple ibuprofen with my left hand while we worked out which hospital to patronize. Luckily someone was leaving a bit early and was able to give me a lift to Emerson Hospital in Concord. We arrived in the ER about 6:00PM to more skeptical medical staff.

“What’s going on with you sir?”
“I broke my collar bone.”
“Has this been verified?”
“By whom, sir?
“Would you like to see the bone?”
“OK, the doctor will see you shortly.”

A few more hours of waiting, talk, and x-rays later I was released with the not so great news. I don’t have a “simple” break. The bone shattered into several pieces and some of them ended up perpendicular to their natural position. Usually, a simple break is left alone to heal all by itself. Mine is the case where they use surgery to piece the puzzle back together.

Yes, it is weird that I left the hospital with bones trying to punch through my shoulder, but apparently that’s how all this doctoring stuff works. I wasn’t in any immediate danger, so they scheduled the surgery for a day that worked for them. It is now 4 days later and I’m still walking around with broken bones. As I’m learning, this is just how collar bones are handled.

If you’re wondering, this is the after picture.

My best advice for those of you reading this is to not break your bones. I was stupid and I am paying the price for it. My family is on their way to the ski vacation I’ve been looking forward to all winter. It makes me sad that I can’t be with them and I’m angry at myself for creating this situation. The best thing I can do now is work to recover as quickly as possible to be with them.

I can promise you that this will not stop me from riding. It may slow me down and hurt the whole time, but it won’t keep me from PMC 2017. I’m hoping for less hurting though.


I almost forgot. Max and I have been practicing the piano. Whether or not you want one, we’re going to play each and every donor a song. We’ll try to anyway. It always gets tight near PMC time, but we can keep playing long after!

Thank You

I can never tell you this enough. Julie and I could not do this without your support. We have a lot of money to raise in a very short period of time and you have pulled through for us every year.

Year #5! No wait, it’s #6!

In 2009 I made a blind leap into a new adventure.
In 2010 my father came along for the ride.
In 2011 I joined an actual team and we rode together.
In 2012 Meg died.  I miss her.
In 2013 We made some awesome pictures together.1

In 20142 we are going to crush it as a family.

My fantastic wife will be joining me, and the rest of Team Lick Cancer, for the full 192 miles from Sturbridge to Provincetown.  I can’t wait.  She’s going to be great.

I can’t thank you enough for your support in the past.  And we are going to need it more than ever if we are to reach two goals!  Don’t worry about which one of us you donate too, we can balance the funds later.  Do check with your organizations for a company match though,  it can be a tremendous help.

Ride on baby.

Donate Now

  1. The pictures will continue.  And this year, Molly will be contributing her awesomeness to the mix. []
  2. Yes that’s a link to this page.  Don’t click it. []

Fundraising is hard.

It’s May 20th 2013 and summer is really starting.

Technically I do have many more months to fundraise for PMC 2013, but I always prefer to be ahead of the game by ride time in August.

I’m not special in my hatred of asking people for money.  It’s hard.  I think next year, I’m going to have to switch to an event based fundraiser where I can give something back.  Currently, I’m lacking in ideas, so if you have some, you know where to reach me.  But a “dunk tank filled with horse manure” isn’t a great suggestion.

There fundraising rule I haven’t been following this year –> “ADD NEW PEOPLE EVERY YEAR!”.  Not every donor will return.  I need to replenish them.  Unfortunately, many of my donors used to come from work.  And in my new position, I have very little “face time” with other people.  While in IT I knew everyone.  In software, I work on projects in isolation, with headphones on and see no humans for days at a time.


So, here comes the hard part.