Had it not been for a highway accident 39 years ago next month (May), my great pal, Doug Marshall (known simply as Marsho), would still be giving me the gears -- and schooling me in lacrosse, which he succeeded in showing me a thing or two. To know Marsho was to know that he was a tiger at fighting against the odds to get what he wanted. His voice is one I hear often -- especially on those long runs that, even now, during my gray-hair days -- take me to the next plateau.
"The night is still young, sort of thing," he would say.
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