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I'll never forget meeting Doc and the two Mary's. My wife and I went to see him in 2001, two months after 911 (from DFW). He questioned my sanity.
We listened to his war stories for a couple of hours and he started me doing several races while he ate pizza for lunch. He was the kind of person that you couldn't help but like and respect.
May God rest his kind soul and bless his family through this period of morning.
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