Thanks for remembering, Kendall.

Marshall wasn't even present for one of my favorite memories of him (and he was a dear friend, as to many). My parents were vacationing at Bar Harbor many years ago, and Vaughn and I went off to meet up with them. We set off for some sort of tour with them on what was either an oversize lobster boat or and undersize tour boat. The day being calm and the tourists unruffled, the two Mount Desert Island guys who were the crew set about entertaining each other with word-for-word renditions of Marshall's and Bob Bryan's (Bert and I)
stories. They'd been recycled right back into the oral tradition! We did get to share that with him.

The faux-risque moment at old Eighth Step Coffehouse involving the steam pipes and Mike's tall Indian hat with the even-taller feather really had to be seen, although Vaughn could and did make a small epic tale of it ever after. Hollowfox may remember.

Yeah, Mary. God I miss him too.

george(someone done et my cookie agin)ward