Friday, June 12, 2009


The last time I saw my friend Tom's brother Leni was in San Diego three years ago, when a bunch of us flew into town to surprise Tom for his 50th birthday. It was a great weekend, marred only by my congenitally abysmal performance as a golfer (I am to golfing what Wile E Coyote is to catching the Roadrunner, explosions included). Leni, the consummate sportsman, played well and partied hard. That's how I'll always remember him.

That, and this way: Morristown says goodbye to Len Muscarella

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