For Boston

Boston has had a lot of famous things in its nearly 400 years. There’s the 70s classic rock band, Cliff Claven, and that day the sons of liberty dumped all that tea into the harbor.  There’s the day 60 years ago this week when Havlicek stole the ball, and that moment Buckner let it roll through his legs. It’s home to Bobby Orr’s shot to win the cup and the shot heard round the world, and it’s where I got lost on the way to meeting a girl who would become my bride. Boston’s famous for medical innovation – probably more than any city anywhere – like the first organ transplant, first use of anesthesia, and first-time researchers found a cancer gene. It's famous for things like cream pies, green monsters and clam chowda, and on Monday I’ll join its history when I win the 129th Boston Marathon….okay, that’s probably aggressive – when I hope to “finish” the marathon as part of a team of runners in a little club that helps people with sobriety and mental health, that’s trying to make its own history changing what addiction treatment and recovery costs, and what it looks like—a club for people who’ve been lost and are just trying to find a way to be free from drugs and alcohol. If you are in the crowd on this 250th Patriots Day, look for me – I’ll be the one in the back of the pack, quite possibly lost, looking beaten and hobbled, but doing what little I can for the greater good…