Monday, friend Tom will be in Boston helping the Commonwealth of Massachusetts celebrate its very own holiday, Patriots Day, by running until he is a bundle of wet rags.
Yes, Tom is running the marathon. It’s 26.2 miles of misery. Or if you’re our age, 56, insanity. This year’s misery is particularly poignant for Tom and 35,999 of his closest marathon-running friends, for it is the one-year anniversary of the Boston Marathon bombing that killed three people and wounded more than 250 others.