Believe it or not I actually remember when I first met Mashburn. It was September 1961 when he came walking down the hallway of our freshman dorm carrying a pack of Marlboros in one hand and a handkerchief in the other. He was throwing around a lot of "Y'all's" as he came toward me which sounded funny to the ear of a farm boy from Minnesota who was more comfortable with a "You Betcha" or two than with this new lingo. To make things worse, I was a Winston guy and wasn't at all impressed by the Marlboros especially since they were in a sissy cardboard box. That day was the first of many chances to experience his little "handkerchief ceremony", something he performed every time he blew his nose because the plumbing for it never did work right. I will never forget the "pinky fingers up" approach he had. Anyway, little did the "Winston guy" know that the friendship begun that day with the "Marlboro guy" would grow to be one of the most cherished in his life. It lasted more than 5 decades and as they grew from boys to men it simply got deeper and more valued. Godspeed,Mash..Godspeed on your journey home.