Sunday, June 5, 2016
When we caught up with him, he was taking a food and water break brought to him by his wife and toddler daughter in their truck. I asked where he was heading and where he started. He said he was going from Marquette to Munising, forty miles and he had started at 6 a.m. that morning. His wife said he does this for Memorial Day, this IS his Memorial Day, remembering and doing. He was, as you can see, most gracious. I shook his hand and thanked him.
When we drove away, I realized I had not asked his name. I fretted about that for a few hours but then realized it didn't matter. He was all of them.