I can't believe it. Every year at Quicy, then Rantoul, Todd was the constant bigger than life presence in the organizer tents. He was the kind of guy you could see only at a boogies each year, but it was like you knew him your whole life. An easy friend. He was my image of what an athlete in this sport could aspire to, ever since I started out. Rest in peace brother. Blue skies.
(This post was edited by ckoehler on Aug 9, 2008, 2:44 PM)