John Cushing Laundon

OK I made John smile once, too. Way more than once, and vice versa. But this time: I'm driving to Boston to meet him for a practice row in the double. He calls me and asks where I am on the road, and he says he's going to be late. "Hudson died." Hudson was his dog. I said don't worry, we can do without the practice row. He says, "Did you ever have a dog?" I said, "No, but I've learned from the internet that they're better than people." He liked that.