Marty and I had a few different times that I would consider memorable, at least to me. If I had to choose one, it would be this one. On his birthday in 2003, I drove in from Atlanta in order to fly out in the morning to pick up my family in California for a cross country move. I arrived later than I hoped, and although Larry, Toni and their kids were still there, things were winding down. Marty, however, being the host that he was, got his second wind when I arrived. We sat up for hours more, drinking and talking about "stuff". He showed me hours of slides and pictures of his travels. We talked about our experiences in the Marines. When the early A.M. wake up call came in order to get me to the airport, Marty was in pretty rough shape. But he never missed a beat and got me there on time before the sun was up. I will never forget that memory, as it is special to me since it was just the two of us.