Why am I getting all this mail?! Every night when I got home from work, I’d go through the mail received that day. I couldn’t understand why I was receiving so much junk mail all of a sudden. This occurred soon after the running of the 1996 Boston Marathon. Nick was a teenager. It all came together when I received a phone call one evening from someone who had a table at the Marathon. He told me I had filled out a form that day, and that I had requested a call from him. Now things are starting to come together. I was not at the Marathon, but my little friend Nick was. I confronted Nick that night asking him how many forms he filled out at the Marathon. He laughed and said, “you finally figured it out.” He had gone to watch the Marathon with his friend and his friend’s parents. I don’t know what he was thinking, but I do know that whatever he did, it was always in good fun. He loved to challenge people’s intellect and sense of humor. I was his victim. Now I smile and think of Nick every running of the Boston Marathon. I miss his antics and challenges.