I've put off writing anything about Marty because I've always felt that I would not be able to express myself meaningfully enough about him. I met Marty when I was in high school and as a good friend of his sister Mary, I was a bit in awe of her big brother who lived and worked in the big city of New York. I was a kid living in the small town of Walpole. How ordinary! But I looked forward to his visits because as I got to know him, he was just a person, nothing fancy, just a thoughtful guy we could sit and talk to forever, someone to laugh with(and boy, did we!), and then someone I missed when he had to leave. There was always Marty's next visit home to look forward to. I feel truly blessed to have had him as a friend and I will always hold dear in my heart our silly slow dance at Mary and Grif's wedding.