Best friends

My buddy Tim flew in from Cincinnati last weekend. OK, not just buddy, but as he will gregariously remind you - best friend!   I met Tim around the same time as Bev, early in our first year of med school. It took about a year before she and I were a couple, but Tim and I bonded immediately.  Maybe it was during that first week just before the start of classes, when we received our 'free' stethoscopes (curtesy of a major pharmaceutical company), and our official short white coats. Tim and I used them to sneak into a glass walled observation theater above one of the operating rooms at the University of Minnesota Hospital.  There we watched for our first time, a surgical resident “open” (begin an operation by cutting the skin using a scalpel). A mix of dread and thrill filled us as tiny beads of blood grew around the edges of the long incision, swiftly dabbed with sterile gauze by another gloved and masked resident - and the simultaneous thought that not only was this legal, it was noble. And we were now part of it. Over the next four years, we shared lots of intense experiences – many related to the rigors of medical training, many to the wild and crazy shit we did that will not be detailed here (as he is still practicing :). Tim flew in for the weekend simply because he wanted to see Sisyphus Industries as it is forming. Knowing our history over the years of helping each other with major home improvement projects, he'd brought his work gloves.

We had only two days, but they were packed.  Bev and I picked him up at the airport on Friday morning, then drove directly to our shop/showroom just in time to help Micah and the guys from Triple Edge Fab move a first short run of ten steel tables into our space.  Just after the TEF guys left, I had a meeting with a software developer at the space.  We then headed over to UP (coffee shop a block away) for a late lunch.  The next day, Tim and I returned to the shop.  I took him upstairs to our maker space and showed off our shiny new machines (and the not so shiny old ones). Then we went over to the large space down the hall that we start sub-leasing next month.  I wanted his opinion on various ways we could set it up.  Part of his job as a senior pathologist at a major hospital system in Cincinnati, is running a large clinical laboratory.  He has a great deal of experience coordinating  people and technological resources to optimize the flow of high-quality work. He had a number of ideas as we looked at the space - some I hadn't thought of.  It was a huge help.

Bev and I put him on a plane the next day, tight hugs exchanged as we parted.  He vowed to return, work gloves in hand.

Bruce ShapiroComment