Dear Brother Fred Caruso,
My heart aches because you decided to leave this world behind prematurely. While I met with a group of familiar faces Thursday night at McSorley’s imbibing beers at an expedited pace and reliving memories of your life and contributions to our fraternal order, I still feel remorseful.
My wife and I were driving around a desolate and rainy Cambridge town. My mind was racing. I was confused. I needed to sign in! Where the f–k is everyone?
“I’m training for an IronMan.”
No, I’m not trying to supplant Robert Downey, Jr in the next Avengers film. I am going to attempt to earn the rank of IronMan by completing the infamous endurance triathlon: 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike, 26.2 mile run.