On October 10th, Pete Curtin, one of my closest friends, collapsed while racing the Baltimore Marathon and later died. Words cannot begin to describe the calibre of Pete's character, but suffice to say this could not have happened to a nicer guy. I am better for having known him and cannot imagine this world without him.
Dapper,
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the hollow of His hand.
Rest well, my friend.
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